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#WeekendCoffeeShare Earth Day Edition

April 22, 2017 6 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 Salsa Bunny Trail

April 16, 2017 2 Comments

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.

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

April 14, 2017 1 Comment

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 9 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.

The Sad Story of Felix Powell

April 10, 2017 1 Comment

I have a special treat for my gentle readers today. My good digital friend Marjorie Clayman is my guest today.  We probably met on twitter, being a little silly, but over the years I have come to really appreciate Margie’s attitude.  She spends a great deal of her time crafting hand made items of the useable sort, which she donates to those who need it the most at the time.  She is not only a powerhouse of crafty artful blankets and hats, but also is pretty crafty as a wordsmith.  She works in public relations, so words are her stock in trade.  Margie adds her own personal commitment to a better world to all her communications.  She brings us a story about war and the way it leaves lasting impressions.  Without further ado, I bring you Ms Clayman:

Marjorie Clayman, guest author

Marjorie Clayman, guest author

The other day, in honor of the 100th anniversary of the US entering World War I, I attended a commemorative event filled with speakers and musicians. One of the singers sang a song called “Pack Up Your Troubles in Your Old Kit Bag and Smile, Smile, Smile.” The singer, in a laid back tone of voice common to folk singers, talked about how the song had been written by two brothers. One of the brothers, Felix Powell, performed the song for soldiers all along the WWI front. The song became popular again during the Second World War and resurfaced once more during the Vietnam War.

You are thinking that this is a feel-good story at this point. You might think that even more so when you learn, as I did via this article (http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/music/features/chapter-and-verse-the-surprising-story-of-the-song-pack-up-your-troubles-in-your-old-kit-bag-2124620.html) that the brothers submitted the song to a contest as a joke. They thought it was a dud. When they won first price they thought it was hilarious, and Felix decided to take that opportunity to win some fame. What are the chances?

Sadly, however, the story did not end happily for Felix Powell. This is not a story of rags to riches, per se. Rather, this is a story about the humbling and very real impact of gruesome warfare.

When Powell first got to the front lines, he felt really good about himself, as anyone would. His song was hopeful. Cheerful.

“Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag, 
And smile, smile, smile, 
While you’ve a lucifer to light your fag, 
Smile, boys, that’s the style. 
What’s the use of worrying? 
It never was worthwhile, so 
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag, 
And smile, smile, smile.”

Powell was giving these boys a happy message while they tried to survive, far from home.

As the war dragged on, however, Powell began to see just how tragic trench warfare was. He visited battlefield after battlefield, and it dawned on him that these boys were dying. Thousands of them were dying. They were undertaking the ultimate sacrifice, in fact, and he was strumming away at them asking them to smile smile smile. According to the singer at my concert, as well as the article posted above, Powell began to see the contradiction between his light-hearted message and the world he and these boys were actually living in. He became filled with regret, and he never really was the same.
Powell pursued some other writing opportunities after WWI, but he had a rough time of it. When the Second World War broke out and the song gained popularity with a new generation of fighters, you can imagine him grimacing. Now his song was going to be used to make light of more young men marching towards death.

In 1942, Powell, who had entered his town’s Home Guard, dressed himself in his uniform, took his assigned rifle, and aimed at his heart. It is a shocking mark of how much his experiences had impacted him, and perhaps how much regret had come to overshadow any level of success he had ever enjoyed.

I found this story to be deeply moving. Many entertainers, of course, have gone overseas to try to cheer up the troops. You never really think how that impacts those celebrities, though. How can you perform with joy and verve and cheer when you know that you are trying to raise peoples’ spirits who could be killed on the field? It puts war itself, as well as entertainment tied to war, into a very real, and oft overlooked, perspective.

#NaPoWriMo Drowning Dreams

April 10, 2017 1 Comment

gathering storm

gathering storm

The deck heaved and moaned under the pressure of the storm
No crew, no passengers, were brave enough to go outside
They felt a certain doom as the flooded staterooms forewarned
Death by drowning on the high seas, washing ashore with the tide
No lifeboat nor anchor remained to offer a chance of survival
Lost in the darkness, tossed by high winds, this ship awaits the arrival
Of the grimmest reaper of all, Neptune’s servants fish for treasure
Treacherous currents and winds aloft will assist with the desperate measure

Beware of dreams that drag you from your own familiar shore

Your stable secure feeling may be impossible to restore

Join writers all over the world creating poetry in the month of April. National Poetry Writing Month is for everyone.  Find some new material, or submit a piece of your own under the hashtags above, or at the #NaPoWriMo site.

 

#NaPoWriMo Dystopia

April 9, 2017 1 Comment

Wall

Wall

My dystopian dream is all coming true
They are building a wall around the suburbs
And making them pay for it

Join the world for National as well as Global Poetry Writing month by following the above hashtags, reading, writing, reciting, or listening to poetry in April.  This celebration of all poets, accomplished or not happens each year and goes on all month.  You still have time to bust a rhyme. Check it out here.

#WritePhoto Stone History #NaPoWriMo

April 6, 2017 6 Comments

stone arch

stone arch

When we find the arch of stones standing alone
In the ruins of a once grand castle of a once grand duke
We can feel the hours spent preening to make an entrance
Through the elegant opening that framed the costume
The servants scurried to please His Lordship and his guests
With musical serenades, crumpets, and a silver tea service
No expense nor effort was spared to create the illusion
Of grandeur and pomp, great excess and special privilege
Nothing remains of the era they thought would never end
This pile of stones can’t tell us now if history is foe or friend

#writephoto

#writephoto

Please join a talented group of writers who are inspired each week by Sue Vincent’s photo prompts.    Visit Sue’s Daily Echo to read, write, or comment on the posts. It is fun to read all the variation on the same photo inspiration.

#NaPoWriMo2017

#NaPoWriMo2017

April is National Poetry Writing Month.  Please bust a rhyme yourself, or enjoy reading some poetry at the #NaPoWriMo site here.  There are poets contributing for all over the globe, so this year this had been acknowledged by using the #GloPoWriMo hashtag.  Both can be followed on twitter or Facebook for more poetic material.

#GloPoWriMo

#GloPoWriMo