hypnotic dandelion

I watch your body
sulk against a summer wind,
hypnotic dand'lion
... your silver afro, loosed ends
drip frenzied, white fireflies.

Northern Mockingbird

6:50 am. Morning is waking, yawning and stretching beneath this tilting marrow. The sky's pale face isn't blushed properly when I spy a Northern Mockingbird outside my window. He's skittering across my deck banister.

Where he is- center- has fallen into an inquisitor's bitter soil. His tail writes in its circumference. Fog has limited his green landscape rendering him in limbo.

He mocks other birds never knowing his own disjuncted voice. Somewhere between grey and song he withers. His soul forever placed in Poefusion's tomes as a shared memento.

Here's a link at All About Birds to hear the Northern Mockingbird.

Monday Mural

Monday Mural will feature a picture/ artwork for you to lend your words (poem or story). What images are provoked here? What words would you use to define this picture? If you choose to write for Monday Mural please leave your comments below. Happy Writing~

Pictured is a dove statue from our Cincinnati Zoo visit. It sits at the Garden of Peace entrance.

The Two E's

Tonight I was talking with John about meeting my blog friends and the conversation diverted to the Eyetoy for Playstation 2. It turns out I can use it as a webcam. The above picture is a sneak preview (acting goofy) from said cam. My plan is to set up a live chat with any regular Poefusionist who would like to talk with me. It will be at least a week or two because I'll have to find our microphone first and find a safe chat room. I'll keep you updated.

Secondly, I began exercising again. Yesterday I walked on my treadmill for 30 min and today I worked out to a prerecorded episode of Cathe. I can't begin to say how much better I feel having started my exercises again. My hope is to get and stay healthy. Now I'm off for a late but nutritious snack before calling it a night.

Manic Monday

Name two things you consider yourself to be very good at: cooking is one of my strong points even if I don't always cook every night. I don't know if this counts as something I'm good at or not but seeing beauty in things that aren't necessarily beautiful like an old abandoned house or graffiti.

Name two things you consider yourself to be bad at: gardening. Everytime I try to spruce up our surroundings with flowers I manage to kill them. I either waterlog them or don't water them enough or maybe it's to much sun- not enough. The other thing I'm bad at is dodging potholes. If there's a hole to be hit you can bet I've hit it and MANY times.

Name one thing not many people know about you: If you're a close friend of mine then there isn't anything you don't already know. I'm pretty much an open book. For my blog friends however I think I could share... this.

The school year was 1982- 83. I was in 8th grade at Central Elementary. The spacious room we were in was divided into two classrooms by a bulletin board. Our teacher was up front teaching Social Studies, I think, when I decided I had something to say to my friend. She was sitting in the next row talking to someone else and I couldn't get her attention.

In the minutes that followed I not only got my friend's attention but BOTH classrooms at one time. I could feel it coming on, pressure building. Still, I'm trying to tap my friend's left shoulder. One last attempt. Before. I BURRRRPPPPED out loud. It was the longest burp I had ever let out in my life. Naturally I put my head into my folded arms at my desk and laughed, red faced until I was out of breath. The whole place was a riot in laughter. The teacher however wasn't as amused as everyone else and said, "Who did that?"

4th of July

Tonight our neighborhood was filled with bombs bursting air so I grabbed my camera, put it onto my tripod and took pictures of the fireworks. The above photo (my favorite) was one of several shots I was able to capture. Here are the words to my haiku in case you can't read them.

fireworks whang night
with brilliant decorations
independence day

Headache

Now I lay me down to sleep
Without this headache to keep
If I should sigh before I wake
It's for aspirin I did not take.

I wrote this one day after having a headache for 5 days straight. We were coming back home from Ohio when the classic children's prayer came to mind. I'm reminded of this poem today because I've had a bad headache and thought it would be fun to share it here as a tribute of sorts.

BTW my headache is starting to ease off now because I took some Tylenol. :)