Flights of fancy...

The edge of Israel and the Mediterranean Sea 1998


I dream of far off
distant places,
faces formed in a
cloudless eye

If I could,
I would,
jump a plane
forgo all plans of fame,
leave no forwarding
address; respectfully
dump my mobile phone

it's the face of free
grace I crave,
tied to no one place.

I thirst to fly far and away

~~





This week has been another crazy one, time has not been on my side at all. Some family members have been sick with a flu virus (nope, not piggy flu), one son-in-law has had chronic bacterial Pneumonia. I guess just the general pattern of life has been busier than usual. Perhaps that has prompted my day dreaming about travel. Hmmm, not maybe; definitely!

If you have a spare minute or two, scroll down a tiny way, to my last post. It's a poem I think you might enjoy. It's different, something a little...cheeky! There are photos with it, I took them.

Have a wonderful Friday and enjoy Spring, it's cooling down rapidly here. But doubtful it will get as cold as y'all experience in your winter.







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Love,

In the garden of good and...

Flirtatious Calyx
resplendent, ripe
aroused between
petal folds

provocative stamens
insinuate;
a fertile flower in heat

suggestive suggestion;
the flower to the bee

Lascivious little bee,
come, spin my floral axis
reproduce me.

Botanical sex

~~


I took the photo of the bee last year and the other photos a few weeks ago, between the end of summer and beginning of Autumn/Fall. One of the photos appeared on my Ruby Tuesday and the other on a Thursday Thirteen. The rest are new and go with this poem, that wrote itself in my head as I was driving to work last night.

Hope you enjoy both the photos and the poem. Not sure what category the poem fits into, naughty probably...


PS: If you want to see the bee, you have to scroll to the last photo and I would suggest clicking on the pic to get all the details.






























































































Love,

Heroes and Heroins

My hero flails
no anchor to steady
his course

Adrift on becalmed seas
time and tide compete to
draw him down

Be careful love,
below lies a watery grave

Do not purchase that one
way ticket yet. There is a
place, a harbor dry and safe.

I know the way
although
I've never been there.

Your Friday is starting as mine is finishing and the weekend is getting closer by the second. Can't think of a better way to end the working week, than with a 55. I'm off to bed, I'll be around to read your 55's tomorrow (my Saturday), hope y'all have the best Friday ever. :)










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Love,

Wordless Wednesday - Brighton, Melbourne

Love,

Thoughts of the state of the world...

Poverty by go1985 at deviantART


The Cry is not

against the rich
just how they got it
fatted calves with
greedy eyes who
peruse with distaste
the poor as they
grovel for more

Love,

Catching fog...

I've been practicing taking photos from a moving car, again. This time I found some early morning fog about an hour and a half north west of Melbourne.

It's not so easy getting a photo from a moving vehicle. But I get kinda determined to do something and that's it. I am always deleting photos that are purely practice shots, otherwise my computer would be overflowing with snaps...certainly not all good ones, let me tell ya!

These photos are just practice shots too, but ones I liked enough to keep and show.

No, I don't have any poetry ready today, well not yet anyway, maybe later on in the day. The reason? I've been reading Stephen Crane's works, and got so caught up in his poems that I forgot I was writing one of my own.

Here's a sample of his work.

There was crimson clash of war.
Lands turned black and bare;
Women wept;
Babes ran, wondering.
There came one who understood not these things.
He said, "Why is this?"
Whereupon a million strove to answer him.
There was such intricate clamour of tongues,
That still the reason was not.

I'm guessing he is no stranger to you guys, as he is an American poet. But he is a revelation to me, thanks to Walking Man pointing me in his direction.

Have a great Monday! Yeah I know no one ever thinks of Monday's as great, but they could be; they're full of all sorts of possibilities. :)

Love,

Royal Pink!

This week I'm giving you a nonsensical peek at me...um, my life that is. Poetry seemed beyond me today, who knows why, I sure don't! But I do have something to throw into the 55 pot and that's good, right? :)

Washing dishes, thinking about 55 words, I look up and catch a garish pink hue reflected in the window.

I'm still wearing the gaudy, hot pink crown adorned with fake jewels, my very own eight year old pretend princess, plonked on my head an hour ago.

By her hand, all is right in my day!

~~

Her crown is sparkly emerald green and looks much better on her pretty head than mine does on me. But hey, I do look kinda cute!








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Love,

BIG Blue Thunderbird

What can I say...I love vintage cars. :)
























































































She was inside the back windscreen of the Thunderbird. I think she is adorable and a lot retro, straight out of the late 60's.

Have a great Wednesday!

Ruby Tuesday

My Ruby Tuesday is on Silently Mine. There are lots more fabulous Ruby Tuesdays at MARY/THETEACH





Love,

An additional something special...

Photo borrowed from
Dan Heller
Photography
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Mother to Son by Langston Hughes

Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor
Bare.
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So, boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps.
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now
For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

~~

I just have to post this poem by Langston Hughes. I have never ever read anything of his before and this is beautiful. A very apt addition to Mother's Day. I know it's almost over in the Northern Hemisphere and I hope it has blessed every Mom with love.




Love,

Mother's Day!

I was totally unprepared
for for that first look into
your innocent face
the instinct to protect and
nurture overwhelming

no previous experience could
have prepared me for the
moment when selflessness
was required twenty four
hours a day

or for the countless sleepless
nights the first temperature
and cutting teeth

nothing prepared me for the
love that lasts way beyond
childhood into rebellion and
out the other side--an adult

But here I am
a mom

still so often unprepared
for you or motherhood

I've been a mom a long time now, (not giving away how long, that would be too telling) and I see Mother's day as just another one of those Hallmark card days, consumerism the name of the game. Never have really promoted it in my family, but have been fortunate enough that my kids care and pay me special attention on the day. They love me, really love me.

There have been times I've failed them, not been what they expected. Unable to give of myself for one reason or another. They still love me!

Those kids of mine have led me on an incredible journey filled with exasperation, fear, joy and some emotions and feelings I'm not sure I can even name. The ones I can't name are probably the ones that keep me up nights and frighten the heck out of me. So... here's to Motherhood and my sister Moms all over the planet, have a wonderful day. I got a feeling you deserve it.

PS: Thanks to the Daddy's who made us mommy's :))


Love,

55 Flash Fiction Friday...The End

The End

I read a book
about a woman
and war
words of sorrow
rained down in a
torrent
drenched with
bitter regret

it could have been
me I was reading

or any woman
for that matter

it wasn't me

for that I cried in vain
sad defeat in a woman
tormented

until

almost

the final end

~~

I didn't intend to be away from blogging for so long, but this week has been filled to overflowing with Real Life. But it's good to be back. I've missed everyone. I'm looking forward to catching up with all of you. Have a wonderful Friday everyone. :)







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Love,

Poem a day challenge...55 Flash Fiction Friday

Day 30 Prompt: Farewell

A nuance of pain
indefinable in the
emptiness of
goodbye

Did we mirror each
other in the mutual
field of despair

No it was only my
desperate hope
that lingered in an
improbable moment

I searched but found
no sorrow in you

how sad

Silently I shed my tears
in a transcendent span of
pain

~~



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This is my final poem for the Poem a Day Challenge at Poetic Asides. I don't know if I'm sad or relieved. Perhaps a little of both. I'm so glad I completed the 30 days. There were days when it was really hard to get a poem done, all sorts of things cropped up. But my 30 poems are proof that when I am determined, look out!

To all of the people who read my poems and encouraged me, a great big thank you.

I'm going out of town for the next four days and I don't know what time I will have for writing and blogging...hopefully I'll be able to snatch some time from some where.


Love,