Wednesday, 19 January 2011

Haiku and a Short Unfinished Poem


still looking for faith

we reflect on redemption


so much more needed


a haiku wordgame using: needed, reflect, faith

watching moonlight glow

if I extend my finger


can I touch the clouds


a haiku wordgame using the words: extend, moonlight, clouds
 


We could almost taste the sadness in the air,

linking hands we ran,


pretending not to care,


knowing death chased us still…

Sunday, 16 January 2011

She walked until lost / stopped to capture her lost sighs / rebirth in a breath ~haiku by me

Saturday, 15 January 2011

Camelia Buds on a Wet Winter Day


I have been away from my blog for a bit. A difficult, rather serious, writing project has demanded my full attention. But like these camelia buds in my garden just waiting for a little sun to bloom, I too am ready to burst forth... Shine on me?

Feeling a little blue in January is normal. ~ Marilu Henner

The merry year is born
Like the bright berry from the naked thorn.
~Hartley Coleridge


wet green leaves beckon
a sad sigh quickly hushed
listening for spring
~haiku by me

Thursday, 13 January 2011

We may not be able to stop all evil in the world, but I know that how we treat one another... that's entirely up to us. ~ President Obama, 12 January 2011
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. 1 Corinthians 13:1

President Obama, Tucson, 12 January 2011 (White House video)

...our hopes and dreams are bound together.

Thursday, 6 January 2011

Wednesday 5 January 2011: The Kisses of an Angel in January

The reason angels can fly is because they take themselves lightly. ~G.K. Chesterton, "Orthodoxy"

The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone. ~George Elliot

The real hero is always a hero by mistake; he dreams of being an honest coward like everybody else.
Umberto Eco

William of Baskerville: How peaceful life would be without love, Adso. How safe, how tranquil... and how dull. ~ from The Name of the Rose

A day of sunshine rapidly turned to rain. Just as the sky turned dark and wet, Dixie and I captured this shot of the small angel in our cemetary.

My first shot of this was at Easter last year with daffodils at her feet.

Easter seems a long way away.

Today is Umberto Eco's birthday. A photograph of an angel seems a good way to pay homage...

I have allowed myself to slip into that netherland of despair. I am trying to remember how hope feels and tastes. I am trying to remind myself of all I have yet to accomplish... of all that I have to offer my small world. I am trying to remember that life is a gift.

I saw an angel today
It was trapped in stone

I sighed with the beauty of it
I longed to see life in its wings

With a dog at my heels
and eyes firmly shut

I almost felt angel's breath
on my cold, pink cheek

When the sun turns warm
I will remember this day

And know that on a winter's day
full of despair
I was kissed by an angel

Wednesday, 5 January 2011

During a Cornwall holiday
Although none of the rules for becoming more alive is valid, it is healthy to keep on formulating them.
Susan Sontag

Tuesday 4 January 2011: Remembering Lunch

When people you greatly admire appear to be thinking deep thoughts, they probably are thinking about lunch ~ unknown

I didn't take a proper photo today.

This is a photo of lunch taken with my phone so I could try out a new Android app.

Grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup: the lunch of champions...

autumn colors
without a pot
of red-brown soup
~haiku by Basho

Monday, 3 January 2011

Monday 3 January 2011: Our Wood in Winter

There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you.... In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself. ~Ruth Stout

Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories. ~From the movie An Affair to Remember
Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter.
Who would think that those branches would turn
green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it.
~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe


It seems such a long time ago that Dixie and I walked through these trees without mud sticking to our feet (or paws) and me wearing a flimsy teeshirt.

The holdiays have now passed. Candlemas (or Imbolc) is a mere month away. But our wood is still cold, dark and empty.

We walk
Hold our breath
Sure we have been here before
Hesitate
Until the wind turns my cheek pink
and you get restless

There is a magic in our wood
In the winter this magic feels dark
Like a Goddess unappeased
I find myself making mental plans
for a festival of light,
hope for the return of spring.

Sunday 2 January 2011: Reflections of the Buddha

Peace comes from within. Do not seek it without. ~ Buddha

The way is not in the sky. The way is in the heart. ~ Buddha

One can not reflect in streaming water. Only those who know internal peace can give it to others. ~ Lao Tzu

Winter meditations: my statue of the Buddha reflected in the cold pond water.

watching the Buddha
I can hear the song of life
will quiet hearts dance
~ haiku by me

Saturday 1 January 2011: Tea and Shakespeare

Tea is drunk to forget the din of the world. ~T'ien Yiheng

You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me. ~C.S. Lewis

O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention. ~ William Shakespeare

It is the first day
of this, another blessed new year.
I shall spend it reading.

I will be cheerful.
I will smile more.
I will whisper words
written by the Bard.
...if only seen on a cup.

Friday 31 December 2010: New Year's Eve with Dixie

So... if I stare at this ball long enough do you think she'll throw it?

In all things it is better to hope than to despair ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Wednesday 29 December 2010: Dixie Waiting

Waiting for the spark from heaven to fall. ~ Matthew Arnold

Waiting for the phone to ring
Waiting to hear a mistake has been made
Waiting for a miracle

Alas, a mistake had not been made. Dixie has Atypical Addison's Disease which basically means that Dixie's pituitary gland fails to stimulate the adrenals with adrenocorticotropic hormone (ACTH). It has made her very ill.

She has been taking prednisolone since Thursday. She will need to take it the rest of her life. She already seems a lot better but gets exhausted really easily. But it is so wonderful to see that doggy smile again.

This photo was taken the night we found out definitively that she had Addison's. We were both a bit depressed.

Even ill, I think she is the most beautiful dog in the world. I might be slightly biased...

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Robin Dalton on Poetry

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.

~Mark Strand, "Eating Poetry," Reasons for Moving, 1968

Sunday, 2 January 2011


is it a new year
am I breathing a new air
or more winter sighs
~haiku from me