Sunday, November 23, 2014

Thoughts on awakening from a November nap. #magpie#247

Snowstorm by Maurice de Vlaminck 
 
 
Lying there under the felt like poncho
Like a sleeping river beneath the ice;
Moving slightly with nano speed ideas.
Renewing, restoring his energy stores,
Oblivious to the dreary cold outside,
snuggled under his coverlet igloo.
 
Entertaining  thoughts of uncommon places,
Like a hermit, content in his aloneness;
A participant in the current flow
Carrying him to places known and unknown
Draining memory's vault; painted, profuse,
Of worlds not yet appearing above.
 
All this in the brief summer of his day.
                                                          
                                                     © November, 2014; rel
 
 
 
 



Monday, November 03, 2014

Inevitability

image credit:  Dick Blick Art
 
 
Every living thing;
Inevitability.
Dying comes to all. 

Friday, October 31, 2014

I'm a blogger

"Hi, I'm A. Blogger, you?"
" really, You've been A. Tweeter how long?
"Me?  I was born in April, 2003. In all the following years I've had 5 incarnations."
"no, no, I only show one side of me to the public."
"Oh yes, I've been overshadowed, in recent years, by my id.  I call him FB (short for Facebook.)
"You don't have to tell me, I know how easily these alter-egos can take over, but I still struggle to bring the real me to the fore."
"I use an old therapy.  You may have heard of it; it's called writing prompts.  No, I think FB will always be with me, but A. Blogger is coming to the surface more and more these days."


Wednesday, October 29, 2014

So, about my gaydar




Today's writing prompt, on a writing site I've recently joined, First 50 Words – Prompts for Writing Practice , was "so, about my gaydar." I did a double take, more than once, to make sure I was reading correctly.  I thought it might be a misspelling or a foreign phrase, but in the end I was left with the inevitable choice to go to Google and search out this "neologism," that was totally unrecognized by this self proclaimed wordsmith.
Sure enough, there was the word and its definition: gaydar

A sense that allows for someone to detect homosexuality in another.

Reflecting on this, to me, new word and definition, I determined immediately that I have zero gaydar, while my wife on the other hand has the uncanny ability to spot gay people within a few minutes of meeting them.

Not that it matters one iota to either of us whether an acquaintance is gay or straight.  I guess I just don't look for clues as to anyone's sexual orientation.  I'm a live and let live sort of guy.  Unless of course you are a mean-assed, rude, impolite asshole, then I'll just not like you, period.

 


Monday, October 27, 2014

Mag 243 "socks"



Jammed into toasty socks;
Bowled over by espressoroma,
We arrange ourselves on
the cold tile floor--
And wonder;
"What's it all about Alfie,"
Should we just get juiced,
Milk it for all it's worth,
Or just go back to bed?

Thursday, October 23, 2014

A prompt from, First 50 Words.  http://first50.wordpress.com/

Bratislava Bronze PaparazzoCC BY-SA 3.0
 
 
Paparazzi.
 
 
Famous for my athletic ability?
Not even known, my treading on the boards.
There are no leering, snapping paparazzi
Around the corner in clamoring hoards.
 
They do not recognize my fame
Amidst the crowd, or on the street.
I'm only a spectator at the game,
Blending in, like a dandelion at their feet.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

abscission


abscission
 
Autumn's a Smorgasbord for the senses;
sights, sounds, smells and tastes---
the smell of dry leaves as they crunch and crackle underfoot or
when burrowing into a freshly raked leaf pile.
the aroma of burning leaves....

orange, red and yellows,
pumpkins, apples,
pie, and cider
fire in the fire place
and turkey in the oven.
Brisk and bracing,
Wind and rain.