nature · remembrance · The Daily Post -- Prompts

Acknowledgment

image link that goes to youtube video this is from We’d been driving north for a few hours, loosely along Lake Michigan, but only catching glimpses of it through dense trees.  We were headed to Traverse City, where the magnificence of the combination of forest, hills, vineyards, and water makes for nature in complete splendor. … Continue reading Acknowledgment

poetry · remembrance · Taoism

Cosmic Music

image link Cerebral Grooves, niches, Spaces; the arena for Synaptic sparking of axons and dendrites into threads Called memories. Consider: Each electric thread Twangs distinctly. Visual Aural Gustatory Somatosensational Olfactory Sixth sensual, And many other* Aspects; Yet together, The threads Build a tone, unique In time And space. Repetition in other Times and spaces Build… Continue reading Cosmic Music

#OctPoWriMo2017 · acrostic · OctPoWriMo · parent child relationship · poetry · remembrance

Day 5 — OctWriPoMo — The Story Remains the Same

image link Today's prompt got me thinking about what I've learned from my parents.  It's a ponderance I've had over the years that what's been learned is a mixed bag.  Parental attributes are a double-edged sword, a yin and yang, if you will.  I have no idea whether this can be considered poetry or not,… Continue reading Day 5 — OctWriPoMo — The Story Remains the Same

love · music · remembrance

1952 Vincent Black Lightning

image linkimage link Years ago a friend of mine gave me a mix tape with this song on it.  It tells a burning love story that has no end.  The kind of love that usually crashes and burns. One day in 2006 I met my "young James".  'Tis true, my heart did thump at remembering… Continue reading 1952 Vincent Black Lightning

remembrance

Recreate

Egg dances with sperm; a clump of cells grows into a babyme. Babyme is born and leaves the hospital, with daddy and mommy, just married. Daddy works at the factory; mommy cooks and cleans, changes diapers, feeds and cares for babyme. Birthdays come and birthdays go. Lots of pictures taken and lots of presents given.… Continue reading Recreate

parent child relationship · remembrance

Black Sheep

Looking through my library this morning, I came across a letter and some poetry a friend of mine sent me back in 1995, shortly after my father passed away.  It triggered an emotional response that there is space to allow its full expression.  Many times these triggers cannot be but fleetingly acknowledged, as they are… Continue reading Black Sheep