red tomato
ripe for the picking
slide a chair into the grass
bring a salt shaker
and feel the juice drip off your chin

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Can you touch your toes?
Can you feel your nose?
Now try and watch branches move
when the wind blows
so you can
see which way it’s going
when it goes.

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i came upon a clearing
my friends were there
silently waiting
already knowing
why i came

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the mark
keeps getting higher
up there in the sky
go
get
do
make
time
for
sweet caress
give someone
a loving kiss
don’t
miss
read
lips
red

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Book Reading at TweetSpeak Poetry

The Anthologist by Nicholson Baker
Fiction

It’s about a poet, talking about the writing he should be doing, and
his live-in woman friend that has moved out, as well as mentioning other
odd thoughts that he tends to have. He strings the whole thing along going
from his life stuff to what he knows about rhyme and free verse poetry. It’s odd
but not too unusual, it’s frustrating in the way that our own lives can be, in
that it takes us forever and a day to get through some things, if ever. And yet,
some of the information on rhyming starts to sound okay as he relates it to
different things, like song and beat.  He takes time to inform the reader of
his poetic knowledge by talking about certain poets and poems. If it were not
for the story of the love interest in Roz, and the ones about his dealings with his
friends and editor, it would basically be that introduction to the anthology that
he is trying to get himself to write. You can tell that Baker once attended a school
of music as much as he likes to emphasize the beat and rhythm of poetry in
this book.

I can understand about the sound of words and the rhythm of a line…but,
i think one can get a little too caught up in thinking about how to do something
instead of just doing it.  Or even allowing it to happen. Just like the unwritten
anthology in the story.

I like how the story relates how people do things differently, which is what can
make poetry so remarkably interesting in the long run.

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photo via flicker

i’m having a hard time with dying
this growing old
this decay of body and mind
my soul aches for a consuming love
one
passionate
kiss
a cool breath of spring
warm breeze of summer on my skin
easy laughter
i want to be in love
to believe with someone
to be beautiful in someone’s eyes
and i know better
i know
my heart is set on breaking
and the best that i can do
is let it break

sometimes the truth needs to be shared
even if it makes you feel really ugly and spoiled and pitiful.

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all i need is Love
everything else is garbage
i can’t buy me any Love
don’t need to
just need to pay it some attention
seeing is believing
believing is seeing
it’s all there
in the fine print
up close and personal

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A robin’s nest, interwoven with ribbons of blue plastic and bits of moss. Check out that
beautiful round shape of the inner area.

The angle of this shot shows the moss that has been woven around the bottom part of the nest.
I think this robin is very good as what she does.  I wonder how many nests she has made before this one.

so it goes
i do not know
what i shall look upon
tomorrow
may not come
today
is here in moments
my plans
become undone
oh, Love
be with me
in the time
that you create
and let me not use it
for anger, greed or hate

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photo: windows, via flickr

In my recent travels i picked up a few small jars of peach butter while
in central Indiana to bring home. Today i baked pie crust on a cookie
sheet just so i could have a warm piece lathered with the peach butter.

I found a recipe for preparing and canning and thinking of trying it.

Peach butter recipe via pititchef.

Peter used to do a lot of canning of tomatoes and apple-pear sauce.
And i have never done any canning of my own. I would also like to
freeze some blueberries this year to use in baking and pancakes.

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photo – via me

the earth
turning
i see the light
time
being created
i am in it
as it is
new
not a number
not a day named
but a gift
of time
and of life

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photo via flickr