Hidden
The parts of us that we conceal
as well as parts that we reveal
make up who we really are.
Our eye fixed on that distant star
in dark of night that no one sees
and what we think while at our ease––
these hidden aspects of our lives
that we tell neither friends nor wives
might be more of our history
than what you hear and what you see.
We recognize that special sense
that some let slip when feeling tense––
an energy that goes unseen
during life’s banal routine.
It hints perhaps at inner life
divided from the roil and strife
of doing what the whole world does
from day to day simply because
it’s what moves our world along––
the business, be it bread or song
that we produce to fuel each other––
what we provide to give our brother
in trade for what he gives to us––
the “stuff” of life––the trade and fuss.
Our inner gardens we keep inside,
their harvests richer if we hide
them deep within to grow and thrive.
They are what keep our souls alive
to grow more bountiful day by day
until we choose to give away
all we’ve grown there in the shade––
theorems and the sonnets made––
all those thoughts and sounds and seeings
that seem to come from other beings
living somewhere deep inside
where they have chosen to live and hide.
These hidden parts that we conceal––
that through our art we may reveal––
these parts reached by our daily delves
into what feel like other selves––
these places that produce the yield
are treasure houses we’ve concealed.
So at those times we break the seal
and let out how we really feel––
sing the song we’ve kept inside,
paint truths from our inner guide?
It is not God, muses or elves.
We’ve simply shared our hidden selves.
(Click on photos to enlarge)
I spied this colossal housing project for birds from a boat on the Amazon River in Peru.
https://beccagivens.wordpress.com/2016/03/27/sunday-trees-228/
Disparity
The moods of blogs have verity
that ranges wide from a to zee.
From pathos to hilarity,
the mundane to rare oddity.
Some blogs practice idolatry
which some see as frivolity
when all they read and all they see
is film stars and celebrity.
But I say we should all be free
to write about whatever we
want to think about or be
without the charge of heresy.
I applaud the rarity
of blogs that flaut disparity
and flood the interweb’s wide sea
with a rich diversity.
So show yourself for what you be
as you are formed––from mother’s knee
to what the world has made of thee.
Express your angst or jollity
for all the world to share and see.
for no entrance price or fee.
This cyber world should be kept free
in thought and cost–that is my plea!
(Click on photos to enlarge.)
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/frivolous/
Robin Easter Eggs (Can’t get more robin egg blue than this!)
And, a few weeks later:
Color Your World Robin Egg Blue
Thanks to okcforgottenman for allowing me to use the photograph of the nest and eggs he sent me on Easter day four years ago as well as the subsequent photos of the chicks and empty nest.. I had never seen robin eggs before and had imagined them to be more of a sky blue, but this turquoise color is gorgeous.
http://jennifernicholewells.com/2016/03/27/color-your-world-robin-egg-blue
(If you are reading this poem in The Reader, please click on the title “The Edge” above to go to my page to read it as the Reader cancels out the line spacing and this is a shape poem. )
The Edge
Moving between
the edges
of my life,
I have railed against sleep,
not knowing how long
the journey between them
might be.
At three,
I rebelled against naps,
craving the daylight adventures
lost to them.
At sixty-eight,
I fight off sleep in the wee hours,
hoping to gain a little bit more time
in a life whose furthest rim I am approaching.
.
I needed my naps more than the other girls,
my mother always professed,
not knowing all the long nights I stayed awake even then,
trying to win back the time lost to them.
Christine Goodnough identified this plant for me. Thanks, Christine!!!
http://ceenphotography.com/2016/03/26/flower-of-the-day-march-26-2016-daffodil-2/
I couldn’t resist these Peeps spinoffs. They were Bob’s favorites. He’d wait until after Easter and then scoop them up at a discount. I’ve seen him stuff four in his mouth at a time––a childhood fantasy finally realized in his fifties, no doubt. At any rate, these Easter goodies will be hidden for Yolanda and Pasiano’s children to find. Must remember to lock Morrie and siblings in the front yard, or they’ll make fast work of them before the kiddies ever arrive. Happy Easter to all.
Inventions by Women
(This was sent to me by a friend. I don’t know who the original compiler was and can’t locate them on Google. Please let me know if you do and I will credit them.)
We all owe our thanks to Margaret A Wilcox who invented the car heater in 1893! (Margaret also invented a combined clothes and dishwasher)
2. Monopoly This popular board game was designed by Elizabeth Magie in 1904, originally called the Landlord’s Game. The purpose of this game was to expose the injustices of unchecked capitalism. Her game was ripped off by Charles Darrow who sold it to Parker Brother’s 30 years later. However Parker Brothers later paid Elizabeth $500 for her game. Gee Thanks!
3. The Fire Escape
10. Telecommunications Technology
