Showing posts with label thoughtfulness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thoughtfulness. Show all posts
By: Francis Stella

 
An October’s windrowed field,
And on my hike I have to yield
When from the path you launch your lark
Then settle pressed against some bark.
A question for you, question mark:
How was it you were so designed
With beauty not foremost in mind?
You share the sugar maples’ mood
Like all your red-orange autumn brood,
But soon you’ll seek to winter where
With wings together as in prayer
You’ll haunt some crevice and forbear.
And why that trial by snow and ice—
Should not a chrysalis suffice?
Your wings when you will not confide
Show us their dullish woody side—
And that mark that can be coy,
That silver ringlet trompe l’oeil,
For which your Adam did anoint
You an interrogation point.
Then how you warn us story-lovers
Of judging books just by their covers,
For with one vivid respiration
You part your Book of Revelation,
That splendid text of ash and fire
Whose secret wisdom we desire!
And as you breathe who are the sages
That turn unseen your burning pages—
Can I become an intimate
Of Lepidoptera Holy Writ?
Your wings as well are so curvaceous,
Their flowing margins violaceous,
Like leaves in dreams, and hereupon we
Have to ask, this kirigami:
Who plied the shears with all this craft,
And where then are you autographed?
And shouldn’t such perfection’s hours
Be wiled away in minding flowers?
And yet you crave what can’t invite us,
Felled rotting fruit and such detritus—
Between your flying-circus stunts
That fling you everywhere at once:
You’re like a flaming paper plane
Inside a private hurricane!
Is dread alone what makes you start?
(The thought of that can break the heart.)
Or is your romp that’s so erratic
The raptures of an Earth ecstatic—
WITH schooling in the Eleatic,
When since so often it’s your plan
To end up right where you began?
O question mark, you midair dancer,
Is silence then your only answer?
There’s so much I would like to know
But now I see you have to go
And leave me mostly in the dark
On matters of the question mark.



Francis Stella


Daily Quote: "Gardening is all about optimism.
I put a seed in the ground.
I consistently tend it,
confident I will see the results, in time,
of the nurture I have provided."
- Mary Anne Radmacher


Linguist Corner-FRENCH: soutien
English translation: support
Part of speech: noun
Example sentence:
French: Le gouvernement envoie de plus en plus de patrouilles de police en soutien.
English: The government is sending more and more police patrols as a backup.


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Posted by V. Mahfood - 2012
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By: David Miao

I wake up every morning and I open my eyes
The sunlight penetrates through my camouflaging lies
For there is most definitely a hole within view
An empty void created by the loss of you

No matter what I do, no matter what I say
to deceive myself, to find a way
to heal the wounds, to ease the pain
to stop myself from going insane

I run, I write, I eat, I draw
To keep down this inner civil war
Between my heart and my brain
A form of torture which never wanes

What you meant to me I could never fully explain
The words ‘I love you’ just seem too plain
To describe this passion I feel deep inside
And now that you’re gone, a part of me has died

David Miao


Daily Quote: Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
- George Eliot


Linguist Corner-ITALIAN: uscire: to go out /verb.
Example sentence: Esco a fare una passeggiata, vuoi venire con me?
Translation: I'm going out for a walk, do you want to come with me?

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Posted by V. Mahfood - 2011
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By: Robert Anderson

an intervention ferried by your light
deep in my dreams kissed on a tree that wilts
the leaves were ripe again, revived, the sight
had brought my tears to stream then stole my guilt
you touched its root then bore and sowed your seed
as if to say 'oh, come and see again...
the very essence of the strength you need'
then took my breath and soon my every pain
i felt that callous veil of darker days
begin to lift then i was reassured
and learned that stewing in my weary ways
could cost me more than i've ever endured
if my immortal soul turned to debris
before you saved that tree, would i still see?


Robert Anderson


Daily Quote: Friends share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand.
- Henri Nouwen


Linguist Corner-ITALIAN: meritare: to deserve / verb.
Example: Firenze è una città bellissima che merita assolutamente una visita.
Translation: Florence is a very beautiful city that absolutely deserves a visit.


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Posted by V. Mahfood - 2010
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By: Fergus Carty

Eyes blinking
like the red light on a booting computer.
In an ear whirring
like a spinning hard-drive.
A screen opening
from between parting curtains,
Showing
more than a perfect Windows© background.
A tapestry of colour and light
woven in the rain-washed air.
Threading through it a silence…..


Fergus Carty


Daily Quote: Reverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour which knows the plenitude of the soul.
~Gaston Bachelard


Linguist Corner-SPANISH: cara / noun / face
- Tiene la cara alargada.
He has a long face.
- Tiene una cara fantástica y actúa muy bien.
He’s got a fantastic face and he’s a very good actor.


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Posted by V. Mahfood - 2010
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