Each week I carried that small sweet green and gilded book,
To sunday school so like all the other children I would look. No on notices that the cover read The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam Truth by any hand is truth and this was my chosen book.
A Child of four or five I couldn’t or wouldn’t read,
You might believe innocence of intention I should plead
Except for the fact that I love its gold and scrolling words
Infused with the scent of leather and fresh ground cardamom seed.
To this day the mysteries of the East I do cherish.
All the people of this Earth have the right to their favorite dish
and favorite song and words that opens their hearts to love and praise.
Respect for all souls paths to paradise is my deepest heartfelt wish.
1/18/2014 Good Friday
So happy be reminded of this tender story of my childhood and to have this opportunity to share the mark it left on me.
Today I challenge you to write a ruba’i. What’s that? Well, it’s a Persian form — multipe stanzas in the ruba’i form are a rubaiyat, as in The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam. Basically, a ruba’i is a four-line stanza, with a rhyme scheme of AABA. Robert Frost’s famous poem Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening uses this rhyme scheme. You can write a poem composed of one ruba’i, or try your hand at more, for a rubaiyat.
Don’t step on the Mooms
They’re all squishy and slippery
They’ll stick on shoes
They’ll turn to blue goo
It smells like fresh poo
Then you must hide in the house
But you don’t have to grouse
At least you are not out
Where everything smells all Moomish
All the Mooms of Moomishtan Land belong to the Queen Because of their eyes most sparkling and green
When they all blink it is quite a grand scene!
Don’t fooled the Mooms they taste like prime ribs
Which goes quite well with a french fries
But all who eat Moom pie
Just fall down and die.
So remember all the good that you may hear
about things most Moomish: Beware
they are shockingly filled with big fat green-eyed lies and a fibs.
I misspelled Moon in the yesterday’s post so it reads Prisoner’s Poem: No Moom! Since then around my house it has become fun playing with who or what Moom might be. So low-and-behold today’s prompt was to write a poem that each line was a lie so I went to town riffing on Moom and all things Moomish. NaPoWriMo This prompt is from Daisy Fried, and the basic idea is to write a ten-line poem in which each line is a lie. Your lies could be silly, complicated, tricky, or obvious.
I was told and told every one to get up in the middle of the night to see the blood moon during a total eclipse. All I saw fog. What should I expect living in an area famous for its “fog on little cat feet?”T he sky was blood-red through the clouds for a moment or two. Because my view was so limited last night, it seems right that today’s poem would have the constraint of the:
Prisoner Poem “Imagine a prisoner whose supply of paper is restricted. To put it to fullest use, he will maximize his space by avoiding any letter extending above or below the line (b,d,f,g,h,j,k,l,p,q,t and y) and use only a,c,e,i,m,n,o,r,s,u,v,w,x and z. Compose a poem using only words that can be made from these letters AND which you source from your newspaper text.”
Topography studies surface features that examine the relationship between the sum of the parts. In aerial views, for example, natural elements seem world’s apart from their above-ground archaeology. From Lens and Pens by Sally
Today’s challenge was macro photography landscapes.
3 .Sun captured in a puddle
4. One More Puddle
Hope everyone takes the opportunity to hop out and see the Red Moon Tonight.
Now which photo here makes you want to jump and down?
Are you going to eat That?
Are you going to eat All That?
Why did you eat All That?
You can clean All That up yourself!
Carol Carlisle 4/14/14
Silly Rabbit Bunnies Are for Grown Ups!
I giggled when I saw NoPoWriMo’s question prompt with the example “Are You going to eat that?” because my bunny cake for yesterday’s Annual Extravagant Silly Bunny Party definitely needed to be immortalized in poem, as well as, eaten. ;)
Write a Mad Lib Poem or replacement poem. Pick a common noun for a physical thing, for example, “desk” or “hat” or “bear,” and then pick one for something intangible, like “love” or “memories” or “aspiration.” Then Google your tangible noun, and find some sentences using it. Now, replace that tangible noun in those sentences with your intangible noun, and use those sentences to create (or inspire) a poem.
I asked The Husband to provide the nouns-he came up with pin cushion and compassion.
Compassion is a small cushion
where the family seamstress stores her pins and needles
their heads poke out the points plunge in,
Compassion keeps her delicate fingers safe from harm.
The first compassion was used during the reign of Queen Victorian.
a time when the slightest prick might lead to death.
Compassion became a talisman to drive away foul vapors
Then, as now, compassion
is a tomato with a strawberry attached.
Then, a tomato on the mantel of a new house invited good luck and wards off evil spirits.
If you move in before June
when there was no tomatoes to be found
you used a round ball of red fabric filled with sand
this simple charm became —a place to store compassion.
The Western span of the San Francisco Bay Bridge in process. 1933-1936
No I’m not old enough to have taken this photo but I took a photo of the photo. The neighbors were enjoying these pictures, the other day, before the owner came to pick them up. I quickly snapped a photos with my phone. I am told one of these pictures was taken by Ansel Adams and given to the engineers that helped build the Bay Bridge. The bridge itself is a monument to the workers who built it.
Bridge building in those days was a risky endeavor. Minimal safety gear and few regulations contributed to serious injuries and sometimes death for construction workers. The unofficial rule of thumb was there would be one death for every million dollars spent. The odds were if a man worked on the bridge for more than a year and a half he was likely to suffer at least one serious injury. There were a total of 28 fatalities during construction. From