Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Sunday, July 21, 2013
Trying to Throw Out the Garbage
Faith
Mistrust abandoned me along
a winding road.
Empty air
stood still, finally quiet.
Lost? Which way
to turn?
The wind insisted on a plan.
Just stand for now
and breathe.
Close eyes and see?
To Love the Weeds
Today's poem is wildly in need of consistent metaphor and yet it has SOMETHING meaningful to say (if only to me):
To Love the Weeds
Savories of slivered scream,
remembered dream of bridges built
across illusion’s reign
the simple sparkle of clear water.
No hiss, no whispered foul shall smirch
my curtains drawn wide open
upon these weary shores
of slow drawn stretch.
May you be soon reborn to feel
the glow of autumn’s crimson paling
the slow twitch end of greening hope,
the kiss of forming statue that is inexorably ME.
To Love the Weeds
Savories of slivered scream,
remembered dream of bridges built
across illusion’s reign
the simple sparkle of clear water.
No hiss, no whispered foul shall smirch
my curtains drawn wide open
upon these weary shores
of slow drawn stretch.
May you be soon reborn to feel
the glow of autumn’s crimson paling
the slow twitch end of greening hope,
the kiss of forming statue that is inexorably ME.
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Monday, July 1, 2013
Judith and Others - the Rescue of Dogs in Need
She had 18 months of love and care.
For the first time in their lives, they experience grass!
Warning: This video is educational but also graphic.
Why would humans do this?
The Humane Society rescues a number of pit bulls. More than one has ended up becoming a service dog. The also offer education opportunities of all kinds, including the actual nature of pit bulls.
The Michael Vick Dogs - Resolution:
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