Goethe

"Goethe said, 'Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Looking at its sad appearance who would think that those stiff branches, those jagged twigs would turn green again and blossom and bear fruit next spring; but we hope they will, we know they will.'
And he said, 'One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.'"

Book Time

I am currently putting a book together for a poetry contest. I have till the end of the month so it's back to the computer.

Percy Shelley

"Percy Shelley said: 'Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.'
And, 'Chameleons feed on light and air: Poets' food is love and fame.'
And he wrote,"

From:Elder Blog

"I am convinced that blogging is an almost perfect pastime for elders. It is solitary in the need to sit quietly as we think and write – never a bad thing to take time for a closer look.
It is also social in that blogging expands our circle of acquaintances and friends worldwide. It keeps our minds active and exercised and in telling our stories, it fulfills Carl Jung's admonition in his seven tasks of aging to review our lives as we approach the final chapters.
At a time in life when we no longer have the daily camaraderie of the workplace, may not drive any longer or, perhaps, are not as mobile generally as we once were, some smart people presented us with this marvelous, new way to be in touch just in time for us to benefit."

Diogenes Syndrome

"“Diogenes Syndrome” which, Wikipedia tells me, is “also known as 'senile squalor syndrome'...a behavioral disorder identified in 1975 that is characterized by extreme self-neglect” and “compulsive hoarding, the pathological collection and storage of objects, mainly other people's refuse.”"

Publications

This past couple of weeks I have had two poems come out in periodicals:
Sacred Poetry An invitation to writ href="http://abbyofthearts.com">

Raven Chronicles, where I was first published 20 years ago"a href="http://ravenchronicles.org">

My book Poltice for Belief is in its final stages so I am waiting to see the first copy come off press late summer or fall. href="http://marchstreet press.com">

New Mexico notes

New Mexico Notes

Where Gwen had focused her camera over and over I was striking with my flash of words.


I am under the station of
Jesus falls for the first time.
His body is roped off
In the Tabernacle.
Beat into falling
Weight
Of sins morphed into a cross.
His stained
Glass eyes look at me. I am
Lower in the pew- cameras flash.
People put their hands
On the feet of Christ-
Rubbing Buddha rubbing Christ.

Lorretto Chapel Santa Fe


What is the sky
Doing under- hanging over
The ground without strings?
No jet would fly into that thin air.
A bi-plane would make it interesting
As long as “Lady Lindy” were in pursuit.


Santa Fe Plaza

His bike was sprouting flowers
As he crossed the plaza-
End of the Santa Fe Trail
The Ghost of Comanche’s
Always show colors first
Not putting the beauty
Under a bushel.
“We are beyond
The oldest dust
In your tires.”

He rode on
Singing reggae into a white cup.