I search expertly
Oh Ebay! Oh Internet!
your treasures are mine!
I rummage in you
Oh Ebay! Oh Internet!
Shiny things await!
search and researching,
I do love a good rummage…
what catches my eye?
You make it so easy to find cool stuff and then know a lot more about it. I’m blaming Gail for this because I’ve been sort of watching ebay jewelry listings. And I saw this and well… now it’s mine! It looked so simple and appealing. Stuff like that often makes me fearful that it won’t be at all that nice in person, but the cost was very low and I figured what the heck. The transaction went smoothly and it landed in my mailbox today!
So it turns out this pin is mid-twentieth century enamel on silver, made by David Andersen and designed by Willy Winnæss. I was hoping for some pleasant online rummaging to find out more about it but the mark on the piece was quite clear. I saw many similar pins and earrings that were single leafs and it was an often used motif in many designs for necklaces, pins, bracelets etc.
I’ve lived too long to do anything but allow spring to come in its own good time.
Here’s what I saw in the gathering gloom tonight when I came home:
I was glad the power was on because I’d turned the heat off (having opened a window) so I’m waiting for the heat to come up a bit! The trash cans were both blown over but everything else looked ok.
Today’s prompt was to choose an experiment, to say something we wouldn’t normally speak aloud.
What I remember, pieced together or
collaged of photographs and movies shown
is pretty incomplete as childhoods go
my memory is vague and fogged it seems
I have some clear recollections, it’s true
the note from school sailing down a sewer
the summer morning breakfast on the porch
the lap of water at our rented boat
i laugh at the Disney memories built
for toddlers shy in pictures with Mickey
the pixel moments frozen for later
when they tell their own children of that trip
that memory shared, stored bright and happy
in mother and father for safe-keeping
What really got me thinking about this was a sign I saw for Blake Shelton’s new recording, Based On a True Story. How nice, I thought, it’s six syllables but we can fix that. So my lunch started with this:
Everything I say
is based on a true story
but not Blake Shelton’s
All right, all right, that was pretty unforgivable but I hope you’ll enjoy these tanka, as prompted by NaPoWriMo:
write a tanka. This, like the “American” cinquain, is a poem based on syllables, with the pattern being 5-7-5-7-7. They work best when those final two 7-syllable lines contain a sort of turn or surprise that the first three lines might not wholly anticipate. You can string a bunch of them together to make a multi-stanza poem, or just write one!
while I write tanka
upper and lower phrases
without any rhyme,
the news breaks in to tell me
north korea’s not bluffing.
the tanka, it seems,
while related to haiku
were once love letters.
haiku with still more to say
and fourteen more syllables.
our goal for April:
thirty poems in thirty days,
rhyme nor feet required.
After a few days you’ll find
that everything’s a haiku.
Guilt is the source of sorrows, the avenging fiend that follows us behind with whips and stings.
