winter weary
I am tired of wearing socks
my beloved sandals sidelined
I am tired of heavy jackets
cold freezing winds on my face
I am tired of icy sidewalks
grungy dirty cars in need of washing
I am tired of the pain in my arm
this damaged nerve so slow to heal
I am tired of naked trees
small birds foraging for seeds
I am tired of electronic devices
that refuse to function as they should
*******
I am more than tired
of political polarization
I am more then tired
of hate and bigotry of others
I am more than tired
of unfit and unstable leadership
I am more than tired
of threats of nuclear war
I am more than scared
.~nagelandnagel~
Sunday, January 7, 2018
Sunday, December 31, 2017
B o u g a i n v i l l e a T r i n i t y
Go ahead . . .
show your three-partite
bracts to the sun.
Delight the eye.
Fade . . .
then spiral
earthbound.
Solar-powered
pinwheels.
show your three-partite
bracts to the sun.
Delight the eye.
Fade . . .
then spiral
earthbound.
Solar-powered
pinwheels.
Monday, December 25, 2017
IVORY SOAP
Memories come to surface, when allowed.
As a child, I wondered why the Ivory Soap invariably
would float in water. Ivory Soap, first came to the market
in 1879, claiming to be so pure (99.44% pure) that it
would float.
No matter how long I would hold it down . . . it still
would bob to the surface!
As a young person, I mourned for a long time over the
drowning death of a friend in the Red River of the North.
(The Red was formed by the flowing together of the
Ottertail and Bois de Sioux rivers. The Red River then
flowed north to Hudson Bay.)
I would sit on the bank of the Red- a special place to
pass the time and think.
Of the plethora of soap brands (Irish Spring, Dial, Coast,
Caress, Zest, Swan, Lever, Kiss My Face, Jergens,
Palmolive, Aveeno, Pure-Castille, Lux, Bon Ami, Lifebuoy)
is just to name a few.
For me, IVORY stands out!
And for good reason . . . it floats, and floating is good.
At times -
I still think of my friend's death.
As a child, I wondered why the Ivory Soap invariably
would float in water. Ivory Soap, first came to the market
in 1879, claiming to be so pure (99.44% pure) that it
would float.
No matter how long I would hold it down . . . it still
would bob to the surface!
As a young person, I mourned for a long time over the
drowning death of a friend in the Red River of the North.
(The Red was formed by the flowing together of the
Ottertail and Bois de Sioux rivers. The Red River then
flowed north to Hudson Bay.)
I would sit on the bank of the Red- a special place to
pass the time and think.
Of the plethora of soap brands (Irish Spring, Dial, Coast,
Caress, Zest, Swan, Lever, Kiss My Face, Jergens,
Palmolive, Aveeno, Pure-Castille, Lux, Bon Ami, Lifebuoy)
is just to name a few.
For me, IVORY stands out!
And for good reason . . . it floats, and floating is good.
At times -
I still think of my friend's death.
Sunday, November 12, 2017
WHITE
Cimicifuga
still in bloom - even though the
calendar says mid-November.
It's startlingly sweet fragrance
commands attention.
When the breeze is just so . . .
neighbors walk over into our
garden to
seek out what
smells that way.
Baneberry's reddish stalks,
adorned with white eyes and
tiny black pupils,
appear to be on the search for
their former neighbors -
recently frost-bitten.
Plants with ever-new potential -
but, at least for now,
calmly await
the white flakes of winter.
still in bloom - even though the
calendar says mid-November.
It's startlingly sweet fragrance
commands attention.
When the breeze is just so . . .
neighbors walk over into our
garden to
seek out what
smells that way.
Baneberry's reddish stalks,
adorned with white eyes and
tiny black pupils,
appear to be on the search for
their former neighbors -
recently frost-bitten.
Plants with ever-new potential -
but, at least for now,
calmly await
the white flakes of winter.
Sunday, November 5, 2017
The Gift of An Hour
The shift from daylight time to standard time in these waning
days of Autumn, gives us the gift of an additional hour.
And how might you use your gift ?
You could take a nice long afternoon nap.
You could bake a large batch of chocolate chip cookies
and while still warm, share some with a neighbor.
You could offer to rake the leaves from a
neighbor's front lawn.
You could connect with a friend and say
how much the person means to you.
You could greet people whom you don't know
. . . with a smile.
You could engage in acts of kindness and hold doors
open for others or relinquish your place in line
for someone.
You could make a steaming hot cup of cocoa and
sit by a window.
You could take someone dear to you -
out for lunch or dinner.
You could begin reading that new book you
haven't found time for.
You could even write a poem - or two !
days of Autumn, gives us the gift of an additional hour.
And how might you use your gift ?
You could take a nice long afternoon nap.
You could bake a large batch of chocolate chip cookies
and while still warm, share some with a neighbor.
You could offer to rake the leaves from a
neighbor's front lawn.
You could connect with a friend and say
how much the person means to you.
You could greet people whom you don't know
. . . with a smile.
You could engage in acts of kindness and hold doors
open for others or relinquish your place in line
for someone.
You could make a steaming hot cup of cocoa and
sit by a window.
You could take someone dear to you -
out for lunch or dinner.
You could begin reading that new book you
haven't found time for.
You could even write a poem - or two !
S O S A D
Can't forget 19 days of
totally grey, overcast sky.
Curiosity won over waiting
but only at first.
How long can this go on?
Is this what SAD* is
all about?
Is the world
broken?
It wasn't that there wasn't a
total absence of blue.
Once in a while, a jay would
wildly fleet through,
stopping only to
harass a few winter creatures
that frequent our back garden.
All of a sudden, following the
456 hours of grey-
the sky parted
just a bit to
show blue.
Only to swiftly shrink away and
close up.
Not until
nearby neighbors
rushed into the street - pointing
away from the earth.
I joined them.
Together, we surmised whether or
where blue would be
seen again.
I wished it would return.
Wherever it went
I will surely wish
to follow.
Is it too much to have hope it
would linger until
the Killdeer
call again?
*Seasonal Affective Disorder
totally grey, overcast sky.
Curiosity won over waiting
but only at first.
How long can this go on?
Is this what SAD* is
all about?
Is the world
broken?
It wasn't that there wasn't a
total absence of blue.
Once in a while, a jay would
wildly fleet through,
stopping only to
harass a few winter creatures
that frequent our back garden.
All of a sudden, following the
456 hours of grey-
the sky parted
just a bit to
show blue.
Only to swiftly shrink away and
close up.
Not until
nearby neighbors
rushed into the street - pointing
away from the earth.
I joined them.
Together, we surmised whether or
where blue would be
seen again.
I wished it would return.
Wherever it went
I will surely wish
to follow.
Is it too much to have hope it
would linger until
the Killdeer
call again?
*Seasonal Affective Disorder
Saturday, November 4, 2017
Too Short
I still find each day too short for
all the thoughts I want to think,
all the walks I want to take, all
the books I want to read, and all
the friends I want to see. The
longer I live, the more my mind
dwells upon the beauty and the
wonder of the world.
-John Burroughs
all the thoughts I want to think,
all the walks I want to take, all
the books I want to read, and all
the friends I want to see. The
longer I live, the more my mind
dwells upon the beauty and the
wonder of the world.
-John Burroughs
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