This still needs some tumbling but here it goes for now:
April’s heavy clouds,
oppose fluorescent maples
bright yellow willows
with sun or no
the trees
above rich greens
first sparks
no heat yet
a welcome light
This still needs some tumbling but here it goes for now:
April’s heavy clouds,
oppose fluorescent maples
bright yellow willows
with sun or no
the trees
above rich greens
first sparks
no heat yet
a welcome light
You know when you get a song stuck in your head and it’s really bothering you because you can’t remember all the words? These days you can go to the vast interwebs and search for whatever shred of lyric you might have.
The past couple days I’ve had a freaking INSTRUMENTAL piece without a title playing inside my head. Now folks that’s a hard search but I pulled it off with “top instrumental songs of all time” after “guitar instrumental song hits” didn’t turn up anything of note. So here I am, putting my maggot to rest and putting this into everyone else’s ears.
First the acoustical version which was what came into mind first, then the more known version.
In other news, I’ve finished listening to the Audible book version of The Silmarillion and now I’m ready for something else (like I have no other reading material LOL)
She came, needing to buy
a replacement for something
broken โ accidentally,
unfortunately, sadly โ
and then she began to weep,
her husband, not dead six days
would have known how to fix it
how to do all those things
and she did not,
and so she stood with me
weeping, both of us
and a wordless space
holding on to each other
no heroes,
trying again to breathe.
I told a minister a little about this chance encounter and said something like – what can anyone say? He said – I can tell you as a minister there is nothing you can say in times like that. It was an interesting day – one of those days when you wonder what the world is trying to tell you, and if that’s the case, why can’t it speak a little plainer.
Well into April, the morning
is light pouring up from wet ground,
shining as tall ancient trees
which shone out silver and gold
across a newer world.
Now these lesser trees, though leafless
gleam bright in slanted day.
The willows glittering gold
above the cherries’ and maples’
ephemeral attire so bright
I have thus to shade my eyes.
Turning about in the warm spring day
remembering all the glory past
without speaking the ineffable names.
After a day – and I mean a full working kind of day – drawing people at the mall:
Today I drew page after page
of people, many many people
walking, sitting, talking
leaning, holding hands people.
I drew them to find out
what do they look like
when they move and stand?
how do their parts fit together?
what makes them interesting
and different and yet the same?
I want to show my world
and while it’s often views
of hills and trees
It must have people in it,
And I’m in it too.
To see all of the pages:
The high prize of life, the crowning fortune of a man, is to be born with a bias to some pursuit which finds him in employment and happiness.










