Long Poem

I hate long
poems that
go on and on
making some
cerebral point
pointed by a
point of view
only the poet
who wrote the poem
would ever know
or care about.
Universal truth
abandoned and
a common bond
never bound but
words expected by
some teacher in
an obscure
junior college
to be understood
by her students
-What it mean?
-Why line break there?
-Why 50 pages
but each line
only 3 words?
Only the poet
who wrote the poem
would ever know
or care about
a lack of rhyme
or mention of
misanthropy on
the eve of winter’s
Dalmatian grip
or a circus
of puffins
returning to their
How magic
leaves leave Fall
by falling magically
with thoughts of
stardom fading as
the noonday sun
shines brighter
than all the home
fires burning to
call the lost
home for love
or hate or
whatever awaits
their time scarred lives.
For It’s these
obvious signs of
elevated “greatness”
and existential
extension that
grip me by
the throat and
threaten my very
being until, relenting,
I grasp the drawn-
out beast in a
fervent embrace
and declare my
acceptance and love
for all eternity but –
I cannot with
right conscience love
what demands to
be unlovely and
rip my life from life
and imprint it on
an unprintable page.And that is why
I hate long poems
that go on and on
making some cerebral point,
pointed to a
point of view
only the poet
who wrote the poem
would ever know
or care about.

My Goals are Flexible

About five weeks ago I embarked on a four week journey to teach my body how to do the splits. Now if you’re math savvy you’ll notice the anomoly in the previous sentence. For me, four weeks is not nearly enough time to learn how to rip the two halves of my body from each other like a Thanksgiving wishbone.

I’ll readily admit there was no way I was going to meet the four week goal. But I do have a a bit of an excuse because I pulled one or more major muscles in the lower half of my body last friday. Ok, technically that happened after the four weeks was up but it certainly felt like a contributing factor.

All this is simply to restate the obvious: I failed my initial splits experiment. But I’m not giving up entirely. I won’t let this defeat me. I’m going to get right back to stretching for the splits – as soon as I no longer have to use a cane to walk.

Excruciating Circumstances

Yesterday I thought it would be funny to sneak up on my unsuspecting teenager and try to scare him. He had on an unzipped hoodie and had pulled the two sides of it up and over his head. Don’t ask why he was doing that. As I said in the first sentence, he’s a teenager. He had no idea I was behind him.

So I quickly wrapped my arms around his waist and said “gotcha”. Well, I scared him so well that he threw himself forward while my arms where still locked around his waist. That move pulled me forward and wrenched something in my back.

Since then I’ve been in terrible pain. It’s been hard to sit, hard to stand and moving is, hard. I’m so uncomfortable that I really didn’t want to to write this post. When my son heard me say this he responded “Just skip it today, you have excruciating circumstances”. 

He thought he was pretty clever with that one. Actually, I thought it was pretty clever too. So I decided to write through the pain and post this, just so I could use his phrase. 

Excruciating Circumstances

Going to Seed

Fall is finally here and the area milkweed is starting to release its seeds to ensure spring blooms. I love this plant. It produces stunning flowers and just as stunning seed pod openings.

Last Spring I was able to capture some great photos of milkweed blooms. I’ll enjoy seeing if next Spring I can get more but with a unique angle.

Milkweed isn’t only fun to look at. It also provides food for monarch butterflies. I don’t have any milkweed at home so I haven’t been able to use it to attract butterflies and photograph them. Hopefully I can change that next year.

Goodbye Summer

Climate Change Prediction Model

Climate Change Prediction Model

It’s starting to get cooler outside and tomorrow is the official first day of Fall. I’m looking forward to getting out of the heat.

I love when seasons change. It always gives me a feeling of renewed energy creativity and opportunity.

Each season holds its own treasures. In Fall we see beautiful colors in the trees and get to celebrate Thanksgiving. It very well could be my favorite time of year.

Splitsville Week 2

Well, after one week of splits specific stretching I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m in a lot of pain. I really haven’t been overdoing the stretches but I think I’m pulling on muscle groups that I haven’t pulled on for a long time, if ever.

I think I’ve noticed a slight improvement in my flexibility from when I started so it’s not all pain and no gain. From the pictures above you can notice I’m getting a tiny bit lower. I’ve actually been enjoying the stretches and besides the pain that I feel the next day, I feel better for doing them.

Throughout the four week program you do two base stretches continuously. A third stretch is then rotated in on week by week basis. So, at any time you are only doing three stretches total. This is great because it makes sticking to it easier.

I have to admit, I lost my drive for this little project over the last day or so. But I’m sticking with and am bound and determined to finish out the four weeks. I think the next goal I set for myself will be mental rather than physical.

Five Books For Friday #5

I don’t really feel like writing this post today. So I thought I would cheat and just give the titles and maybe a sentence or two for each one. I’m not being lazy, really. Maybe I’m just getting bored with the book list thing. Well, I’ve got a week to think of something more interesting for next week.

  1. Even the Stiffest People Ccan Do the Splits by Eiko. Ok, this one’s the ultimate cheat because I already wrote about it this week in my post Splitsville.
  2. The Playful Way to Serious Writing by Roberta Allen. I really like Roberta Allen. Read this book to find out why. It’s really just a series of writing prompts but with words and images.
  3. Atom Land by Jon Butterworth. Subtitled A Guided Tour Through The Strange (And Impossibly Small) World of Particle Physics, Atom Land uses the concept of building a map of quantum physics to help the reader understand theories and ideas.
  4. Never Turn Your Back on an Angus Cow by Dr. Jan Pol. The life of Dr. Jan Pol, Americas “Favorite Veterinarian”. I haven’t made it through this one yet and I’ve had it for a while. I need to get reading more.
  5. How To Be Perfect by Ron Padgett.  Another collection of poems from Padgett. I didn’t like this one as much as Alone and Not Alone