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#WeekendCoffeeShare Earth Day Edition

April 22, 2017 2 Comments

antique glider

antique glider

If we were having coffee this morning I would invite you to sit in the antique glider that sits next to my desk (since last week when we spotted it at a yard sale), and chat with me while I take care of all my office and internet chores. We are taking off later this morning for a night in a tiny house on a farm in Patagonia, Arizona. Nothing could be earthier. There is no internet, which is fine since it is only an overnight trip. I am not constantly connected anyhow, but this will be a tiny earth house kind of disconnect. I am excited because it is a big time for the humming-bird migration, and Patagonia is right on the flight pattern. It will be a lovely place to take some photos. I will fill you in next weekend over coffee.

If you were in my office you would see that since taxes have been filed my excuses for the big pile of paper on the desk have vanished. The desk is clearing up, and I am tossing out old stray junk from the office closet as well.  I am rounding up some books to take to the used book store while examining my own need to surround myself with cookbooks.  I love to read them, but seldom actually follow any recipe.  Ditto with all the yoga books in my library.  I feel secure somehow owning them but never pull them off the shelf.  I had the occasion to want a yoga book recently and it took me a while to locate it. That is just silly.  If I trim down the total number of books and make sure they all give me great joy, as the Japanese tidy lady advises, I believe my whole life will improve.  That is my next great task.  I do own her detailed tidy book on kindle, but I am not following her recipe.  I am starting with books and office clutter.  I may discover my need to own all these rules and directions I do not obey.  There must be some crazy thing going on there. I had some issues about buying the very chair in which you are gliding, but decided it was an asset and it does bring me joy.  I hope it is bringing you some to sit in it while I type.

cookbooks

cookbooks

I am not in danger of becoming a minimalist any time soon.  I think that is what Earth Day really should be, a celebration of using and owning less.  I will consume a bunch of gasoline to go assume my minimalist tiny house on a farm lifestyle for a night.  Then I will drive back to Tucson on Sunday where it will be time to start air conditioning the condo. It will be hot today while we are down south at a higher elevation chilling.  I will check in at the library in Patagonia to use the internet and post my daily poem for #NaPoWriMo this afternoon. All this is making me realize how very high maintenance I still am.

I want to know how your life and writing projects are going this week.  Fill your cup and then fill my ear with your stories.  I look forward to hearing the news from this talented and diverse group of writers.  Nerd in the Brain hosts this lavish party each weekend. This is where you go to submit your own coffee share post, or keep up with the news of others in this lively group.  Thanks for visiting today, and happy Earth Day to you all.

#WeekendCoffeeShare

#WeekendCoffeeShare

#NaPoWriMo The Most Famous Ignoramus

April 21, 2017

When history is reviewed in full and we need to name us
The most outrageous public acts throughout the ages
Time will tell who will become the most famous ignoramus
Each era sees the living proof politics are a scary spoof
Only in retrospect will we be able to judge all presidents
Warriors, princes, rebels and kings against all other things

My poem today is inspired by a letter written by Jean-Paul Sartre that contains wisdom I appreciate written in a way I adore:

My dear,

There may be more beautiful times, but this one is ours.

Look back, look forth, look close, there may be more prosperous times, more intelligent times, more spiritual times, more magical times, and more happy times, but this one, this small moment in the history of the universe, this is ours.

And let’s do everything with it. Everything.

Falsely yours,
Jean-Paul Charles Aymard Sartre

 

Read other poetry at the #NaPoWriMo site and on social media by using these hashtags:  Enjoy this month long celebration by finding new poets.

#NaPoWriMo Shore #writephoto

April 20, 2017

shore

shore

Our secret lagoon was devastated in the storm
Rain pounded the boats, sinking a few of them
Floods of turbid high water with debris swirled
All night we hid in the caves to stay dry and warm
At dawn we climbed down to find our vessels
Had been torn to pieces, then washed out to sea
The retreating water carves a steep sand ledge
We find a few remnants of our water logged possessions
The sun now shines on the beach with apparent calm
Leaving no evidence of everything we have lost

#writephoto

#writephoto

This photo comes from Sue Vincent’s Echo.  Each week she inspires writers to interpret a photo.  Find the work of these talented writers each week in the Echo.  Also, get your poet on this month for National Poetry Writing Month.

#NaPoWriMo Tides of Change

April 19, 2017 2 Comments

Pacific Ocean

Pacific Ocean

The ebb and flow of oceans and blood
Follow the seasons and phases of the moon
We are created by heaven’s whimsical mood
Educated by stars and riptides we are surfing soon
Riding the waves with ease and graceful flow
Is all a matter of sensing the power from below

Pacific Ocean

Pacific Ocean

Read, write, celebrate National Poetry Writing Month in April.  Join us at the #NaPoWriMo site to find new material or submit some of your own.

#NaPoWriMo2017

#NaPoWriMo2017

#GloPoWriMo

#GloPoWriMo

#NaPoWriMo Future Yields

April 18, 2017

farm

farm

While the millstone grinds the grain
The farmer is planting another field
Taking gamble that he will gain
When the harvest reveals his yield
His land is full of rocks and clay
He plowed by hand the garden soil
His seeds are saved for the day
The moon phase will bless his toil
He follows old traditions learned from the past
Then he hopes for survival, prays his work will last

Join poets all month for #NaPoWriMo.  Read, write, recite, and discover new poems by following the hashtags, and checking the official site, here.  Many contests and special events are planned during this special month.

#NaPoWriMo #MeatlessMonday Made Easy

April 17, 2017

ripe tomatoes, ready to juice

ripe tomatoes, ready to juice

Find the freshest, most attractive produce in the aisle
Cook it as little as possible in order to create a masterpiece
To satisfy all your senses, to tempt your tastebuds in style
Consider presentation, flavor balance, and prep with ease
Jars of layered salads, wraps, burritos, and quinoa bowls
Bring out the healthy chef within to take care of nutrition
Take gourmet living seriously by designing a diet for souls
To live in balance with nature is a healing prescription

#NaPoWriMo2017

#NaPoWriMo2017

#GloPoWriMo

#GloPoWriMo

This poetic invitation to vegetarians on Mondays is inspired by the #veggiepoetry people on twitter.  I stopped eating meat in 1969, and do not miss it, so this is a sincere recommendation. It is also my daily poem for National Poetry Writing Month.  Find more poetry at the #NaPoWriMo site.

#NaPoWriMo Salsa Bunny Trail

April 16, 2017 1 Comment

The bunny is no fool who visits my house with loot
He can easily see that we eat salsa of every kind
But shun the chocolate candy, don’t even think it is cute
So he reached into his basket while reading my mind
He left us a batch of perfectly ripe tomatoes, ready to chop
For dessert he left us watermelons, then down the trail he hopped

I wish all the gentle readers a happy Easter Sunday.  May the bunny grant your fondest wishes. Please join poets all over the world in April for #NaPoWriMo.    Read, write, recite all month.

#WeekendCoffeeShare Tomato Tea Party

April 15, 2017 3 Comments

If we were having coffee today I would serve you some iced tea because most of you would find the weather hot here. I love this time of year. The pink jasmine has subsided but the major waves of jasmine are just now starting to bloom. The star and the Asian bloom one right after the other, and are much bigger than the pink one. I am about to be lifted to heaven on a cloud of jasmine scent each time I walk out my front door, or open it. You might catch a whiff this weekend, but by next week it will stun you.  Sit back and relax while I pour your tea.  I am enjoying a refreshing glass of passion fruit black tea.

Today we are also featuring tomato specialties at the tea party.  I went to the produce pick up this morning and scored a box of perfect produce, including about 40 large tomatoes and three boxes of cherries.  We just finished mozzarella, olive, basil and tomato grilled sandwiches.  I would be happy to whip one up for you if you are hungry.  Later I will make a minestrone soup, and juice some of the ripe tomatoes for cocktail hour.  I like very spicy red snappers (Bloody Mary made with gin), and have all the fresh ingredients on hand to make them.  We plan to stay home today to do some gardening and home maintenance chores.  Our peaches are ripening and we need to start scaring the birds away from the tree.  We try new shiny objects each year.

If we were having coffee I would like to hear how all your writing projects are going.  Some of you are so prolific with your word count I can’t believe you have time to fit it all into 24 hours each day.  I would tell you that I am still writing a poem every day, having been recently inspired by a group doing #veggiepoetry  for National Poetry Writing Month.  I took a stab at it yesterday writing an ode to my least favorite of all vegetables, the rutabaga.  I think I will probably go with a tomato poem today, since they are on my mind.  I would tell you my favorite tea company approached me about tweeting for gift certificates.  I do want to start a system to review teas because it is a big interest of mine.  I will probably do it on my tumblr, which is supposed to be my artsy blog.  I thought about combining poems and tea, but nothing has popped into my brain for this poet-tea.  I will probably attempt the tea reviews in May and see where that leads.  I legitimately believe that my tea company has the best selection and prices, so it should be easy to find enthusiasm, if not poetry.

#WeekendCoffeeShare

#WeekendCoffeeShare

Thank you for stopping by today.  This coffee share is hosted on the weekends by Nerd in the Brain.  Visit this link to submit your own coffee share post, or read those from the diverse group participating.

 

#NaPoWriMo Rutabaga, Satan’s Own Root Vegetable #VeggiePoetry

April 14, 2017

The devil's favorite veggie

The devil’s favorite veggie

The Holy Ones created all the root vegetables, the ground provisions,
Then scattered them across the earth to feed man and beast
The French got all the radishes, the Russians got the beets
Yams and sweet potatoes grew all over the southern lands
Generously rewarding any farmer who buried them in sand
Ireland had plenty of potatoes, until crop failure let them down
Turnips were pickled in pink brine, prized in Middle Eastern towns
The devil slipped in and made away with the rutabaga on his fork
He took it to the underworld, where his finest vintage he uncorked
I will send you back to the mortals, but with a distinctive smell
There will be no doubt when you are cooked that you have been to hell

He sent them all to Scandinavia, where they are lucky to grow anything to eat

The people all said hallelujah these giant turnips are delicious and sweet

(Then they pissed on some fish and buried it in the frozen ground for a few months)

Today’s poem in #NaPoWriMo is dedicated to my erstwhile roommate from South Carolina.  Her parents had a truly awesome garden, and her mom made the best canned tomatoes in the universe.  However, they also grew the evil rutabaga, which she imported to our North Carolina home, and cooked. The first time I smelled it I thought a dog had died in the house.  It left a lasting impression.  When I learned there is such a thing as #VeggiePoetry I knew I had to try at least one during April. Tune in to these and other poems at the #NaPoWriMo site.   Don’t be shy.  Write an ode to a veggie you love…or detest..you may find the #veggiepoet within.

#WritePhoto Enigmatic Ending #NaPoWriMo

April 13, 2017 8 Comments

enigma

enigma

Druid stoners on equinox standing out in a field
Worshiped the earth and stars in mystic trances
A circle of magical intensity designed to conceal
The secrets of the forefathers who designed the dances
Bringing forth life, then harvesting it defined the seasons
Survival depended on the inherited wisdom and reason
The ancients passed down in ceremony, song, and fable
These figures stand to represent all of our history we know
Our ancestors who haunt this hill held ceremonies long ago

This enigmatic photo comes from Sue Vincent’s Echo, where each Thursday she holds a #writephoto party for anyone who wants to interpret the picture of the week.  It is also #NaPoWriMo all month in April.  You may find some mighty fine poets at the National Poetry Writing Month site. Enjoy following these hashtags all month and see where it leads you.

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