On the eve of my birthday it's all about me...and chocolate cake

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Here is a sweet little video C made for me for my birthday.Been wrestling with Margo’s prompt to write a diamante poem for several days now. Man, these are hard to be satisfied with. Since it’s my day, I thought I’d write all about me!!! Ok, a little about me.Have decided I don’t really like the structure so this may well be the only diamante poem I ever write. Having some chocolate cake now. :)

This is what the evening meadow looks like

This lovely little poem was prompted by Robert Lee Brewer and his Poetic Asides prompt, "This is what ____ looks like."This is what the evening meadow looks like.If you look, you can see it.The meadow, it shinesIf you stand quietly in it, in the middle of the purple vetch, beside the thistle, it’s clearest in the evening, when the sun shines slanted and there is an urgency which cuts more sharply across the meadow and reaches out to the small places inside your heart.ListenTo the low soothing hum of the bumble bees, vibrating out over the vetch and yarrow, disturbing moths just winding up and butterflies just winding down, bending blossoms and dusting pollen into the oblique daylight moments layered upon each other; a lullaby hum for the night.LookAt the swallows swooping thru the thick, still air, long shadows rolling and weaving over the clover, lifting and bouncing off grass stems, wings disturbing, seeds scatter, lift up in a flutter on umbel wings to float the golden light.FeelA calm growing as the light fades and the stillness begins to cover the meadow, cool descending into the warm air, lifting it gently, drying the blossoms, sticky from the day’s effort, the hum, the buzz, calming, sinking, fading.StandAnd say nothing, but watch the last orange sunlight reach the tallest tips of the tallest grassy blossoms, arch over the meadow and glimmer like so many fireflies and wink out.Some brilliant entries; my favorite: Claudsy, Walt and Laurie

weeds, women, wildflowers

Do you like Heracleum? (Ok, wild parsnip, cartwheel flower, cow parsley, hogweed.) Of course you do. How can you not when they are so majestically beautiful.This season has been very rainy and gray. The Heracleum are glowing against the greenness of it all. They remind me of women.Strange you say?Hear me out.They are white and blush pink, they are lacy and delicate.They feed and host all manner of creatures.They don’t bend in the wind, they don’t break by hand, their roots are deep, they don’t pull out.They are strong and elegant.Today the wind whipped up, thunder and lighting, torrential downpour – they are still standing tall.

Sunday whirl...a little late...but there's this jet-lag thing

Getting back to writing/catching up after an epic week of building the 24 hour zine, organising the Vancouver house and C plus a 10 hour flight x the pond.Housewives ignorant spurn subtracting months sting eternity rind balls fall drawers yearThe housewives sit sipping coffeeThey’re subtracting minutes from their eternityThey spurn the sugar for sweet ‘n low and add skim milkThey talk of not eating, not sleeping, breast feedingThey talk of the left-over crust and rind from sandwiches and snacks, of happy face pancakesThey talk of drawers of pre-baby clothes; memories from the year of size four jeansThey slip thru months of maternity clothes, of night feedings, of no rest, no sex, no freedomThey set goals of next spring, summer, next fallThey complain they are all juggling too many ballsThey feel the critical sting from their ignorant size four friendsThey sit sipping sympathy and friendshipI found the Sunday wordle to be a strange mix and read it thru and thru several times trying to twist something together. I really try not to read my friend’s wordles until I’m somewhat happy with mine, but this week I see a lot of people has similar comments.But my friends did triumph over the word list. Please check out Walt’s, Jo Ann’s,  De’s, Jules’s and  Misky’s (Whose time zone I’m in at the mo). They've all done brilliantly. Also, can't wait to read Hannah's and Margo's.

Ready? ... About!

That’s what my father used to say just as he pulled the jib to catch the wind from the other side and the mainsail would swing wildly across Polly G – sometimes with unexpected results.That’s what I’m doing today. Filling my life with new meaning...and direction,(and maybe some unexpected results) all of which I desperately need at the moment.So Ready?...About!I'm off. I’ll be on Greenwich Mean Time for a couple months.

Movement...in anticipation. Weekly photo challenge from Wordpress

Weekly photo challenge from Wordpress: MovementAt first I thought it’s all so much easier with video...isn’t it? Then looked thru a few files and it hit me...they're all moving in anticipation.This bike race...these bikes...they are moving. My mind can’t hold images still because I know...She will finish writing “Sangria” on the board and stand up...One friend will laugh at the other’s story...He will put the espresso down, she will smile at him, add sugar and drink it...I know.

Ladies and gentlemen, we have a 24 hour, 24 page zine!!!!

Begun at 7:30pm July 3rd, completed at 7:19pm July 4th as an answer to the 24hour Zine challenge.

Spam is fair play...isn't it? I mean, if you send it I will use it. Fair enough?

My friend Jo Ann suggested that people could write a post incorporating something learned on-line, while my friend Lori has started a thread in my FB writer’s group about people’s on-line experience. This included a great discussion about spam.“Spam is bad,” you say?“Never,” I say!Been reading thru the spam comments on this site and some of the lines are brilliant.So I guess I leaned that everything’s fair for play...isn’t it?So here is a weird and surrealistic poem featuring spam lines from the spam filter.It’s my own dream!I never had almost any products and solutionsOr from the snow for 2 weeks:)i love snoozing. it’s a popular way to get started almost any day.i created the pathetic “slide in lieu of hit” mistake today, thankfully I actually set many alarms *just within case*.Haha my best friend totally does the licking thing also kinda freaky most likely O_o Knowing that will something “for this best” of any relationship in fact is for top.Sorry, were a person insulting Europe?We absolutely love your blog and find almost all of your post’s to be precisely what I’m looking for.Nice plan. I will certainly download and make this happen.I’ll often be back… or elaborating on a few of the subjects you write concerning here.Sorry, I need to have password, can people help me personally?how will i shift 1 pixel to the left?and i cant control resource about the surprise of needing two eggs in one.Since my phone is actually my worry, i get to take a scavenger hunt every morning in the bed, in the actual covers, in the night time stand drawer… who is aware of where it appeared!You think you must crack wide open two covers, but ta da… only 1.It’s awesome once you were little once you went to friends house and it ended up like a sleep-over and having your mom to offer your pajamas along with toothbrush.Awesome:)Spam people live on this island! And I suppose I should have written (sic) a lot :)Art:Toast: mixed media collage,(bunch of different paper, charcoal, stamp, gold leaf) on an old accounting sheet.Los Seneria: collage of map segments, papers, tissue, charcoal on Arches.

Wordpress photo challenge...fleeting moment...and the London Balloon

So many fleeting moments...so little camera-at-the-ready moments! Searching thru my files for this week’s Wordpress photo challenge I found this pic.I remember standing in London, somewhere around Queen’s Gate, looking at this pink balloon. It must have been swept from a child’s hands and pushed by the wind along the road. I remember first catching a glimpse of it between the moving cars. I was fascinated that the balloon bounced out from between the cars and rolled/flew along the rough pavement.It’s amazing how a little pink balloon can capture the imagination and give hope to spirit in a moment. For me, I suppose, the feeling is grounded in my meditation. One of the first meditations I’ve taught my children is to wrap all their problems with a pink balloon and release it to the universe while silently asking the universe to help.I stood there staring at it for three more car passes, and then...it did what most balloons caught in traffic do.

Summer...my birthday and RBG Kew...and Tuesday Tryouts

Summer Tryouts — It Must Be Tuesday. This week Margo suggests I find an image and write a poem. The image is to say summer to me.One image?!? Me? Seriously?Oh ok: Here goes:In summer is my birthday, I’m traditionally in England and I traditionally get a lovely day at Royal Botanical Garden Kew. But wait, it gets better!There are friends, family and a big chocolate cake for afters.The Day of RosesThe day of rosesBreaks with a rosy dawnThat casts a pink carpetAcross my pathFills the air with silent musicDrifts among the petalsHeavy with memoriesAnd heavenly scentSends sweet scentsTo the depth of my soulCapturing my heartTill all I can see are rosesLike welcoming armsSmiling with the glow of recognitionAnd the dusk cradles my heartIn its rosy handOh, you knew I couldn’t stop at one image...didn’t you ;)Ok, ok, I'll stop.