Poetry

Saturday – A poem and a photo

Greetings,

Well, my friends, it has been a long hard week and my synapses aren’t firing at their maximum potential. In fact my mind is pretty much mush. So in view of the mental deficiency inherent in mentally draining work coupled with chronic sleep deprivation, I have decided to share an old poem and a photo. The poem is one I wrote several years ago and speaks of the moments when the colors of dawn are at their glory. The photo, surprise, surprise, is of a sunrise. I captured this shot one morning in Phoenix, AZ. I hope you enjoy.

Aurora’s Gift

Aurora, goddess                                                         Chill morn warmed
of the dawn;                                                                by distant fire;
nature’s beauty,                                                          a song of thanks
newly spawned.                                                          from avian choir

Behold the wonder                                                      Ever-changing,
of earliest morn,                                                          ever new,
the sky, her ebon                                                        beauty quickly
raiments shorn.                                                           fades from view.

Sol and Terra;                                                             Look swiftly now
ageless tryst,                                                               while splendor lasts
darkness flees                                                             too soon by far
with sun’s first kiss.                                                      the time is past.

With feline grace                                                         The magic wanes
dawn arrives;                                                               with Sol’s ascent,
morning breaks;                                                          the dawn, the moments,
the world revived.                                                        quickly spent.

Clouds on fire,                                                             Then it’s gone,
sunbeams prance;                                                       so soon, so swift;
light and shadow,                                                         again tomorrow,
ancient dance.                                                             Aurora’s gift.

Overgrown Elf
01/12/01

There it is my friends, my Saturday morning offering. Hope this brings a smile to your face. Nature is far lovelier than words can ever convey. The best a poet can hope for is to paint a picture in the reader’s mind’s eye. I hope I succeeded.

I tried but lack the knowledge necessary to center the head and move the sig and date to the right. My inner luddite strikes again.

Till next time, be safe, be happy, be creative.

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Poetry Thursday

Greetings,

Happy Thursday, one and all. We’ve nearly survived another work week. To celebrate, let’s all take the weekend off. What? Oh, you’re doing that already, well never mind then.

I received good responses to my post, “Strive to live the ordinary life in a non-ordinary way.” A lot of philosophers out there.

The above quote made me think of other quotes that I have found inspiring, profound or thought-provoking. One of my favorites is by Socrates, “The unexamined life is not worth living.”

I see too many people who blunder through life seemingly unaware of how the chaos inherent in their lives is similar to or a virtual repeat of past  experiences. If they would take a moment to think about cause and effect, to reflect on past actions and the outcomes that developed therefrom, these individuals might have a less stressful, more emotional fulfilling life.

We all need to reflect inwardly upon occasion, to take stock of where we are, emotionally, spiritually and physically. If we don’t know where we are, how are we going to know how to get where we want to be?

Enough philosophizing, I am not particularly good at it but I keep trying.

Today’s poem is called “The Dark,” and is about the things that go bump in the night.

Scale said 252.0 yesterday. Looking for the 240s next week sometime.

Still writing “The Curious Item That Fell From The Sky.” The trouble is not that it is a particularly difficult story to write. The problem lately has been finding a block of time big enough to “get” into the story. Deadline is still aways off. Hopefully, i will have it finished before my writing group meets again.

Enough rambling for one day. Thanks in advance if you take time from your busy schedule to read these scribblings.

Till next time, be safe, be happy, be creative.

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More ramblings

This my second post today. I was unable to post this weekend. I was, unusual for me, busy socializing. I am normally a bit of a hermit. The hours I work are not conducive to social interaction. Noon is my midnight. When I am awake and alert most everyone I know is sleeping. To socialize on the weekend entails disrupting, what I laughingly call, my sleep schedule. Most third shifters flip their sleep schedules on the weekend to spend time with family or friends. Monday night at work is never pretty.

The picture of the flower is one I took while on vacation in Missouri several years ago. It was early in the morning and the dew still lingered on the petals. I have taken lots of flower pictures over the years, this is one of my favorites. There is no particular importance to the picture other than I wished to share it. It is a bit of nature’s fleeting beauty. Beauty is something that should be shared simply because it exist.

I also want to share a poem today. I will post another Thursday but I was in full luddite mode last Thursday and the whole poem thing just didn’t happen. The poem is called Nature Wild. It is a poem about a time that was nearly gone when I was a child. I lament what we have done to nature even while I enjoy the fruits of what that abuse has wrought. I was raised in the East Texas piney woods. The forest was vast and healthy. The undergrowth was so thick so at times to be near impenetrable. It was a wonderful, wonderful place to grow up. It is still lovely but I remember it from fifty years ago and the change saddens me. The children growing up in that part of the country today will never know the wilderness that I and my childhood companions knew. A lament, I recall, that my father shared with me nearly fifty years ago, Too many people, too many houses, but people have to live somewhere and it might as well be somewhere lovely. I hope the children living there now enjoy the beauty. Overpopulation, the logging industry and climate change all make me fear for that lovely land.

The picture on the front page of my blog was taken by me in East Texas a few years ago. It is one of the few places I saw that really captures what the forest was like when I was a child. There is remnants of an old house hidden behind that mass of greenery. If you stand at the edge of the road you can just make out the roofline. The old place may have collapsed by now, Nature has a way of reclaiming what is hers.

Thanks for letting me ramble. I hope you enjoyed the picture and the poem.

Till tomorrow, be healthy, be happy, be creative.

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Strive to live the ordinary life in a non ordinary way.

Greetings,

I came across the above words while researching rune stones. What extraordinary wisdom is encompassed in these few words. Few will live a life that leave their name emblazoned upon history. The vast majority of us will be remembered by few, other than family and friends, once we are gone. Our time is brief, and the wisdom necessary to use this time wisely is, quite often, learned by trial and error. In effect, we learn from our mistakes. Some learn more quickly than others and, if we are fortunate, we never stop learning.

I am fortunate in that I am acquainted with a few extraordinary “ordinary” people. They are each unique and special in their own way. I see in them qualities that I admire and deem worthy of emulation. These individuals treat others with respect and dignity, they exhibit patience, they share their knowledge freely and do not denigrate others to feed their ego. Are they perfect, no, each is striving to improve, to be better, to be more. They are “aware.” This awareness of self allows them to learn, to improve, to grow. This awareness of self allows them to live an ordinary life in a non ordinary way. I will enjoy watching the process unfold.

New subject, I had hoped to re-prioritize my day to day routine these last few days. The weekend was busier than anticipated, as a result, I still have no over-arching plan. Work, sleep, writing, proper diet, exercise, household chores and sleep, each takes time. To spend time on one takes time from another. Lately sleep has been given short shrift but that cannot continue. Without proper sleep nothing is done as well as possible and anything worth doing is worth doing well. My desire to do many things well is forcing me to do that which I really dislike, live a structured life. The inherent rebel in me chafes at restrictions, even when they are logical, serve a worthy purpose and are self induced. I guess this will be a test whether I want to accomplish these goals as much as I think I do. I will keep you posted.

Another new subject, occasionally, life visits upon us an occurrence that is, strange, totally unexpected, too cool and extremely motivating all at the same time. Today I was at my favorite coffee shop, seated at the counter having coffee after breakfast. A fellow, a few years older than me sat down two chairs away. He ordered coffee and struck up a conversation. The conversation turned to fitness, diet and exercise. He made a comment about exercise and out of the blue said, “You box, you know what I mean.” Now I don’t know this guy, never saw him before today, so curious, I ask him, ‘How do you know I box?” His response floored me. He said, “I trained for pro years ago, I can tell.”

As of September 17, I will have been taking boxing lessons for a year. I have dropped twenty plus pounds and kept it off. Yet when I look in the mirror I still see a 60 year old guy that needs to lose considerable weight. I am in good shape for my age and weight and the coach tells me I look thirty pounds less than my actual weight but I still have a gut. I am unsure exactly what this stranger saw but I find the experience extremely motivating, from a weight loss perspective as well as added motivation to increase the intensity levels at the gym. This is the most telling proof to date that all those hours at the gym, the sweat, the sore muscles, the gasping-for-breath aerobics, are paying off. Too cool, dear reader, way too cool.

I still need to regiment my day so as to get the most done with what limited free time I have. This should be interesting, the adult responsible me trying to reign in the inner child, I-want-to-play, me. Historically, the inner child eventually gets his way. I will have to factor in some play time, maybe I can keep appease the spoiled brat side of my nature. Query, if I give the inner child a time out how can the adult get anything done? Anyway, must go, things to do, things to do.

Scale said 257.5, see above about inner child getting his way.

Till tomorrow, be safe, be happy, be creative.

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