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JW

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Just wondering —

Why can I see fireflies blinking but not capture them on my phone?

I took about 4 minutes of video on my phone the other night, but when I rewatched it, I couldn’t see the fireflies!

Here’s are two screenshots, fractions of a second apart. Can you spot the difference?

It is so infinitesimally small.

Miniscule.

But I saw it.

Again.

And again.

I watched them out my window, marveling at the ability of an insect manufacturing light.

It’s pretty amazing.

One of my “JW”s – – the many things I just wonder about.

I wrote a poem the night when I was watching fireflies.

I tried repeatedly
Admittedly defeatedly
To capture the light
Of a firefly’s blink

And though you can’t see them there
Their light exists, I swear!
The problem’s not the fireflies —
It’s my camera, I think!

This post is in response to Linda Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: Acronyms.

The writing is not totally stream of consciousness. I wrote the poem several nights ago.

But I really do wonder about a lot of things — in an SoC way.

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Yoga Class

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Yoga class: “Take a deep breath in”
My lungs fill, inhaling slowly
The act of breathing is so holy
Inhale, exhale; there, time begins

Or does it stop? Air held within
Bronchial ducts, alveoli
Yoga class, restorative Yin
Lungs empty, exhaling slowly

Peace settles where tension has been
I engage mind-body wholly
On the floor, time passes slowly
Meditative haze, then again –
Yoga class: “Take a deep breath in”
My lungs fill, inhaling slowly

Yoga studio

This is my attempt at this week’s W3 prompt:

Write a sonnet or any other 14-line poem about “The concept of time and how it affects our lives.”

Side note from me: I got the 14 line part right and I said something about time. Does that count?

This is also my attempt at a Rondel. Lines 1-2 were supposed to be repeated at 7-8 and again at 13-14. I took a few liberties at the 7-8 version. I figure that I’m fairly new at these forms and can cut myself a little slack.

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Ash

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Quercus2018, CC BY-SA 4.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0, via Wikimedia Commons

Yes, I am rooted, but a tree?
Hmm… let me see
I am
Ash

A baseball bat
That can
Smash

New ideas
In a
Flash

Remember the days of Buzzfeed quizzes?

Maybe they still exist, but I’m off Facebook and make only sporadic appearances on other social media. I no longer daily try to find out what Disney princess I am, or type of pizza, or variety of apple.

I think I’ve become more interested in real-life-me than Buzzfeed-me.

So when the Tanka Tuesday prompt was my spirit animal (see: Turtle), I almost didn’t do it. I’m glad I did. I learned that I am, in fact, very turtle-y.

This week, they asked what tree I am.

For what it’s worth, I am an Ash Tree. The stuff of baseball bats, hockey sticks, doors, floors, and stair treads.

Tough, yet flexible — maybe.

Enchanting? Hahahaha – no.

But there are few things I love more than smashing a new idea into a home run.

Poem type: Zeno — Syllable count: 8-4-2-1-4-2-1-4-2-1. Rhyme scheme: a-b-c-d-e-f-d-g-h-d

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Rootedness

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While walking on the village streets
Showing a friend the sights and eats
I was struck once more
At my very core
For this shore
My heart beats

In response to this week’s W3 prompt: Write a poem in any style about a place that evokes emotion (a place where you find poetry) I wanted to somehow address the rootedness I feel toward where I live.

This is home. This is home. This is home.

  • River Street
  • Summer day
  • The Columbarium
  • Going over the bridge

Trying another Welsh form: Clogyrnach

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That Time I Got Bored Writing an Epic Tale/Poem

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What Do You See? prompt

You wish to wed my daughter, lad?
You’re not the first to ask!
I challenge you to prove your worth
By performing one small task —

’Tis straightforward but quite hard
(She’s my most precious bairn)
To win her you must bring to me
The red bird of Raigmore Cairn

The wee red bird, with magic song,
And feathers ruby red
Elusive as the unicorn
And more powerful, it’s said.

So I set off on this my quest
To far-off Raigmore Cairn
I battled dragons, dodged wizard’s spells,
My true love’s hand to earn

I rescued maidens trapped in towers
Hunted mighty stags
And on my journey shared my wealth
With beggars dressed in rags.

At Raigmore Cairn, I searched and searched
But could not find the bird
My spirit low, I knelt and wept
When suddenly I heard
The sweetest song that filled my soul
’twas Raigmore Cairn’s wee bird

By now, you’re getting bored, I’m sure
With this drivel-twaddle-tale
Let me skip up to the point
At which I finally fail

I caught the bird, I rode back home 
Fought dragons along the way
Rescued maidens, hunted stags
Blah-blah blah-blah blay

My true love’s castle rose into view
The red bird sang a hymn!
Until I saw the water there —
Alas! I cannot swim!

There are many things that I would do
To win my true love’s hand
But there’s just one contingency
I must stay dry on land!

the wee red bird of Raigmore Cairn

Actually, this is a close up a mosaic mural I saw in Virginia.

Do I really need to tell you that there is no wee red bird of Raigmore Cairn? I mean, there really is a place called Raigmore Cairn. Here’s a pic:

But I’ve never been there and know nothing about it.

All I could think when I saw that picture was about a knight who overcame all sorts of challenges on a quest but then couldn’t cross the final water obstacle.

#whatdoyousee

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On a Wire

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Five, six, seven on a wire
Whether to fly or stay, sway
With the breeze, watching the hawk
Soar and stalk mice on the brae

New word I learned this week: ekphrasis. It means “a literary description of or commentary on a visual work of art.”

The W3 prompt for this week was to write 1) an ekphrastic poem of no more than 15 lines inspired by the photo above, and 2) include the word “wire”.

I chose to have another go at the Awdl Gywydd form, a Welsh form with internal rhymes.

Then I tried to take my own photo of birds on a wire. Some days I see so many. Today, I spotted a lone red-winged blackbird.

Alzheimer's · dementia · poetry

Remember That Dress?

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My memory’s Rolodex spilled on the floor;
Once neatly categorized, now no more,
Like that drawer full of photographs dumped in the bin.
I’m so glad you rescued it. Now where to begin?

Did we live in this green house before the old farm?
Oh! There’s Grandma’s quilt — the one that was warm!
Remember this outfit? Remember that day
When you took Johnnie fishing and they all got away?

Look! Uncle Charlie! Where does he live now?
He’s been gone five years?! I’d forgotten somehow.
What about his fancy red car in this shot?
Of course I remember! You think I forgot?!

But who is this tall man holding a lad?
No! That’s NOT my son. You are quite mad.
My son’s in the backyard building a fort
Or playing soccer — he does love that sport

Oh, please help me sort these. I can’t do it alone.
Most of these faces are people we’ve known.
My memory’s slipping. Okay — it’s a mess!
But look at this photo! Remember that dress?

This is in response to Sadje’s “What Do You See” prompt. #Whatdoyousee

She posted the photo above, and this was the poem that grew out of it.

Life · poetry

The Fawn

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I looked out and saw a fawn
On the lawn fleeing the road
Toothpick legs receiving weight
Then airborne! Smol greatness flowed

This is a Welsh poetic form: Awdl Gywydd. I liked it because it called for internal rhymes — but, good golly, it was hard! I have to say that I’m not happy with the poem, but I tried.

For the We’ave (W3) challenge, we were to “Write about the first wild creature that you see which inspires you on the day you write your poem.” #30DaysWild

Yesterday, I set out to watch for a wild creature. Almost daily, I see deer on my way to work — but, of course, this was not one of those days. It was rainy-ish, so everyone was staying in, I guess — even the squirrels!

After work, as usual, I fell asleep in the chair in the living room. The trials and tribulations of being old, you know. Suddenly, I was awakened by my daughter in the neighboring chair crying out, “Oh! Oh! Oh!”

I jumped up to see what she was looking at and barely caught a glimpse of a tiny fawn racing across the lawn. Where its mama was, I have no idea.

But I can still see those spindly little legs stretching forward, catching the body weight, and then stretching out again as the rear legs caught up. In the midst of each cycle, that little body was airborne.

Sidenote on the word “smol” — one of my kids uses this, and I thought it was just a misspelling. It turns out that it’s a word — it is internet slang for cutesy smallness, like puppies and kittens and, for my sake, fawns.

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Hitchhiking

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Okay — here’s the challenge I’m trying today. It’s called “What Do You See?” The question is, does this picture inspire you to write something. I wrote a poem.

Yo, buddy, can you give me a lift?
It seems the whole world’s gone adrift

Rusted cars kinda wrecked off the road
I’m worried this whole place will explode

So, buddy, shoot that ray thing o’er here
You know, just make me – *POOF* – disappear

I’m game for wherever you’re going
Half the fun is the really not knowing

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Over the Town (a poem for two voices)

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Come fly with me!

(a leery look)

Come fly with me!

(nose in book)

Come fly with me!

(a heavy sigh)

We’ll go up high
And see the town from the sky!

I’m dubious.

I’ll keep you safe,

I’m dubious.

My darling waif.

I’m dubious.

Come now! Make haste!

Your hope is quite displaced.
My feet on earth are firmly based.

We’re going up!

I’m not a bird!

We’re going up!

This is absurd!

We’re going up!

Cannot look down.

Oh! Look around!
You’ll see our lovely little town.

Oh me! Oh my!

Look at the trees!

Oh me! Oh my!

Feel that breeze!

Oh me! Oh my!

It’s charming, yes?
And you would never guess!

I was blinded by my stress.

This is in response to this week’s W3 prompt — a choice of two Marc Chagall paintings for inspiration. Initially I was going to use the other painting — The Big Wheel — and try to write something about my trip to Paris in 2017, but I kept going back to the other painting, Over the Town, which I ultimately used.

I’ve never written a poem in two voices before. I wanted to tell a story. This is what came out.