I'm going to start today to record on a daily basis whatever happens to strike my fancy. So, it is a very cool breezy day. I just posted 5 short book reviews to The Monthly Reading Challenge. I'm suppose to put away some winter wood today from the woodpile outside but I'm playing hookey from work to write so starting this blog will get done.
I'm having a daily fight with a flock of English Sparrows that are trying to take over my barn. They are making a terrible mess so they have to go. I have destroyed several nests so far they don't leave but they get out of the barn when I am around. I'm just starting the fight so I guess I don't know how far I have to go to discourage them.
I'm trying not to spread myself to thin on WDC because I find so many things that are interesting here and I am trying to work on a new story. I really enjoy sitting at my desk with a cup of tea and reading blogs on WDC.
My family buried secrets. I'll never know the answers to at least two events that apparently traumatized me as a child. I'm still bitter about that. Yes, I know I should let go; but, they colored my life for most of it.
It's hard for me to pick a favorite, too, but I also like and remember Robert Frost's "Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening." That's the one I decided to memorize to recite to the class back in grade school. It still often pops in my mind. I think it's the easy rhythm and rhyme and the great description so well woven in. The only favorite book I remember is from way back also, "The Little Airplane." Maybe these are because I'm still a kid, even though seven decades later.
my phone does it all but I am constantly frustrated with the amount of text messages I received during the election and now with Christmas approaching. I'm spending too much time blocking numbers and reporting them as spam.
"Speak soft my name" Tell us your thoughts about it. You don't need to write a review of this poem, read it, tell us what you think.
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Quote from:reference : "This is Real and You Are Completely Unprepared" by Alan Lew : "You are walking through the world half asleep. It isn't just that you don't know who you are and that you don't know how or why you got here."
The first stanza calls up images of deep water and a sand covered bottom with sea grasses and depths of sand formed from years of grains laying around. As the stanza's move on I see gases, then molten lava, erupting high into the air, flowing down an incline. Then, as the lava creeps slowly toward the sea some of it's edges cool turning black. The molten centers burn their way to the sea displacing air and water, and foliage. When the hot lava hits the sea, Tsunamis waves are formed raging high into the air and the ultra ripples of waves wash outward searching for space to land and release the energy that was formed.
Yep I see volcanic action. My memory shows me a picture of a news story as Lava pours into the sea from an island.
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