About Carol Carlisle

A Storyteller, photographer, writer, teacher, mother, wife, gardener and at this moment a blogger.

Poetry Day 18: A Rubiayat

Rubaiyat of Carol

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.

Photo Challenge: On Top of The World


Andersen on Top  of the World/ Indian Rock

It appears he’s high in the Sierras but Indian Rock is in the middle of Berkeley surrounded by homes. Folks go there to practice rock climbing. Shhh, don’t tell them there are steps.

On TOP of San Francisco

On TOP of San Francisco Bay

A post card to the world from the Vista Point at the North End of the Golden Gate Bridge.


Oriole on TOP of my apple tree. He Owns the World.

Photo Challenge On Top





Day 17 Poetry Makes Sense

Field Notes
Hummingbird dangles
beneath fuchsia’s  
bright parasol.
A jeweled ornament
in the back garden.
Soon gone 
like the dew
in the sun.
Let us taste
this sweet beauty
and sing a short 
song of remembering.
Let us spin
around the back garden
beneath invisible 
whirring wings.
For this is the day
we know why
the Earth spins
and the stars
in the sky!
Carol Carlisle 4/17/14
NaPoWriMo asked me to describe something with attention to the senses . I do believe you can feel this experience along with me, this poem just need to be written today.

Poetry Day 16: Lie To Me

True Lies about the Moomish

Aerial  View of Moomistan

Aerial View of Moomishstan Land

When You Visit the Moomish

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.

Carol Moom

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.

Prisoner’s Poem No Blood Moom

All I saw of last nights moon

All I saw of last night’s moon

narrow view

vein moon

no rose moon seen

no woven views wows

we mourn

we crow

no rose moon

no crow moves

no use

woman moon move





Carol Anon

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.”

thank you Margo Rody

Did any of you see the blood moon?

send pictures

Phoneography: Topography of A Sweet Opportunities to Hop


1.Waiting. The topography of a table top

Oh no They got you!!!

2.Oh no They got you!!!

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.

Sun Captured in a puddle

3 .Sun captured in a puddle

4. One More 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?

Other entries for this week’s challenge:





Poetry Day 14: Eat That Cake!

Question Poem. Why Did You Eat All That?

I made that!

I made that!

Are you going?
Are you going to eat?

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. ;)

Poetry Day 12: Why Pin Cushions are Tomatoes

Tomato strawberry compassion

Tomato strawberry compassion

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.

Carol Carlisle 4/13/14



Weekly Photo Challenge: A Monument to Human Ingenuity



San Francisco Bay Bridge in process. 1933-1936

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

Building the Bay Bridge

The Photo of the photo of Eastern span

The Photo of the photo of Eastern span

Any Idea which one is by Ansel Adams? Which on do like?

Weekly Photo Challenge Monument