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The Geese, The Geese...
Apr. 5th, 2022 04:18 pmFlight, this way and that.
Not south-to-north, not now, though.
Geese are so off course.
Not south-to-north, not now, though.
Geese are so off course.
Remembrance 2021
Nov. 11th, 2021 10:11 amRemembrance is the path.
Remembrance is the goal.
Remembrance is the journey.
Remembrance is the destination.
Of those who lived.
Of those who died.
Of those wounded.
Of those healed...or so we believe.
We are imperfect.
And so is our Remembrance.
We are hopeful.
And so is our Remembrance.
We are wounded.
And so is our Remembrance.
We are mortal.
And so is our Remembrance...if we are careless.
Remembrance is the goal.
Remembrance is the journey.
Remembrance is the destination.
Of those who lived.
Of those who died.
Of those wounded.
Of those healed...or so we believe.
We are imperfect.
And so is our Remembrance.
We are hopeful.
And so is our Remembrance.
We are wounded.
And so is our Remembrance.
We are mortal.
And so is our Remembrance...if we are careless.
Lowest right-side molar broke at the dinner table tonight.
(Doesn't hurt. Not yet. It's just. One. More. Thing.)
Watching the John Newlove Poetry Awards on Zoom right now.
(Doesn't hurt. Not yet. It's just. One. More. Thing.)
Watching the John Newlove Poetry Awards on Zoom right now.
First Dose Done
Jun. 21st, 2021 02:05 pmSo that's taken care of. The people at the pharmacy where it was done tell me to expect a reminder about second dose in four weeks.
And it was Pfizer-BioNTech's vaccine I got today.
More on other topics later...
Meantime, I'm listening to this on Ideas...
And it was Pfizer-BioNTech's vaccine I got today.
More on other topics later...
Meantime, I'm listening to this on Ideas...
Noting April 18th
Apr. 18th, 2021 02:15 pmIs this day still set
aside as our Haiku Day?
Entertaining thought!
aside as our Haiku Day?
Entertaining thought!
Laundry II
May. 1st, 2020 02:26 pmHalf-set of curtains,
rediscover'd in plain sight
where they ought to be.
rediscover'd in plain sight
where they ought to be.
Poem, surprising, mid-laundry
May. 1st, 2020 01:12 pmLaundry getting done.
Half-set of drapes now missing,
yet not halfway done.
Half-set of drapes now missing,
yet not halfway done.
A musical warning for the evening...
Dec. 10th, 2019 08:33 pm"And in the absence of a vision there are nightmares
And in the absence of compassion there is cancer
Whose banner waves over palaces and mean streets
And the rhythm of the night train is a mantra..."
Bruce Cockburn, The Charity of Night 1996
And in the absence of compassion there is cancer
Whose banner waves over palaces and mean streets
And the rhythm of the night train is a mantra..."
Bruce Cockburn, The Charity of Night 1996
Haiku from Pen and Paper Workshop
May. 9th, 2019 08:21 amBus maps, swapp'd away;
Swapp'd in: flowchart-style now,
Geographies gone.
Trapp'd on King Edward,
Babe in mother's arms, screaming.
Mother, herself trapp'd.
All praise be to angst!
That "sweet" torment, addictive
to far too many.
Reservation's made
to share some newish poems
at next week's meeting.
Swapp'd in: flowchart-style now,
Geographies gone.
Trapp'd on King Edward,
Babe in mother's arms, screaming.
Mother, herself trapp'd.
All praise be to angst!
That "sweet" torment, addictive
to far too many.
Reservation's made
to share some newish poems
at next week's meeting.
Another gem from Diane Duane
May. 8th, 2019 11:00 am"The Lament of the Cartoon Cats"...
http://dianeduane.com/outofambit/2019/03/21/the-lament-of-the-cartoon-cats/
I have a few bits of bus-riding haiku to type in under my own real name here later.
http://dianeduane.com/outofambit/2019/03/21/the-lament-of-the-cartoon-cats/
I have a few bits of bus-riding haiku to type in under my own real name here later.
Haiku Practice from Writing Workshop
Apr. 3rd, 2019 09:20 pmPunctuation does
Strange things 'neath the Midnight Sun,
Forgiv'd by Service?
Strange things 'neath the Midnight Sun,
Forgiv'd by Service?
Maya Angelou Plus 90
Apr. 4th, 2018 05:49 amToday's Google Doodle marks the 90th anniversary of her birth.
Those of you who hold a special place for "And Still I Rise" in your hearts will, I suspect, be rewarded.
Those of you who hold a special place for "And Still I Rise" in your hearts will, I suspect, be rewarded.
Poetry of the Night
Nov. 19th, 2013 07:06 pmWritten on the spur of the moment for tonight's Pen and Paper writing workshop:
Resumés
The wording all-important
The filter software all-powerful
The difference
between food and none.
Cake
The reach of one’s words
all out of proportion to that
motivated by a cake
within one’s line of sight.
Cats and Cameras
Inspired by a CBC Report
Saw a story today
from a town in Alberta
that feels like it ought
to be remembered.
Did I visit at some point?
Not sure.
But at least one cat
of great ambition
calls it home.
As a cameraman
and his reporter found
in Bonnyville’s streets
doing a look-live
for the Mothercorp.
Climbed the cameraman
like he was a mountain.
Amused the reporter
to her laughter.
Then topped that
with further ambition:
the camera itself
the goal of the cat.
Alas, though his ambition
took him to new heights,
he could not keep them.
Great was his scowl,
immortalized for the web
by Mothercorp.
The cat still has no name
but we will remember him
for ambition alone.
Resumés
The wording all-important
The filter software all-powerful
The difference
between food and none.
Cake
The reach of one’s words
all out of proportion to that
motivated by a cake
within one’s line of sight.
Cats and Cameras
Inspired by a CBC Report
Saw a story today
from a town in Alberta
that feels like it ought
to be remembered.
Did I visit at some point?
Not sure.
But at least one cat
of great ambition
calls it home.
As a cameraman
and his reporter found
in Bonnyville’s streets
doing a look-live
for the Mothercorp.
Climbed the cameraman
like he was a mountain.
Amused the reporter
to her laughter.
Then topped that
with further ambition:
the camera itself
the goal of the cat.
Alas, though his ambition
took him to new heights,
he could not keep them.
Great was his scowl,
immortalized for the web
by Mothercorp.
The cat still has no name
but we will remember him
for ambition alone.
A bit of poetry...
Apr. 13th, 2011 09:01 pm...over at my other blog:
http://dewlineottawa.blogspot.com/2011/04/skies-then-and-now.html
Opinions, anyone?
http://dewlineottawa.blogspot.com/2011/04/skies-then-and-now.html
Opinions, anyone?
After "Chasing Boudicca"
Jan. 21st, 2011 10:39 amI went to see Chasing Boudicca last night at the National Arts Centre's Fourth Stage.
Based on a poetry collection by Kathleen Hunt, and performed by the aforesaid Kathleen in company with Marie Bilodeau, Ruthanne Edward, and musician Nathan Bishop, the show was inspired by the life, battles, pains, victories, defeats and debated death of the namesake warrior queen of ancient British legend...a legend that goes back two millennia.
As Kathleen noted in the performance, we know of her mainly through the writings of her surviving enemies, for she did not live long enough to tell her own tales on her own terms.
In some respects, you can draw a parallel between Boudicca and our own Louis Riel. In others, it's far more difficult and not just due to the politics, the geography and the passage of nearly two millennia between the lives of those doomed rebels. Riel at least managed to put his own story as best he could on the record at his trial in Regina.
And yet I believe that Kathryn's managed as much for the last queen of the Iceni.
At the very least, she and her friends brought me to tears by the end of the show.
And that is not a complaint. Not at all. Not ever.
Thank you for this.
Based on a poetry collection by Kathleen Hunt, and performed by the aforesaid Kathleen in company with Marie Bilodeau, Ruthanne Edward, and musician Nathan Bishop, the show was inspired by the life, battles, pains, victories, defeats and debated death of the namesake warrior queen of ancient British legend...a legend that goes back two millennia.
As Kathleen noted in the performance, we know of her mainly through the writings of her surviving enemies, for she did not live long enough to tell her own tales on her own terms.
In some respects, you can draw a parallel between Boudicca and our own Louis Riel. In others, it's far more difficult and not just due to the politics, the geography and the passage of nearly two millennia between the lives of those doomed rebels. Riel at least managed to put his own story as best he could on the record at his trial in Regina.
And yet I believe that Kathryn's managed as much for the last queen of the Iceni.
At the very least, she and her friends brought me to tears by the end of the show.
And that is not a complaint. Not at all. Not ever.
Thank you for this.
