Gardening Angel
My dear Gardening Angel
Sow A little prayer for me
That I may glean to able
Enough to harvest just to be
friendship
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STERLING SCABBARD
My darling friend
The gift you tend
From heart to heart
Your work of art
You betoken love; I see
None other will aptly be
None other can possibly know
Your fingers the kindest bow
The gift you send
You darling friend.
A NOTE OF PACKETS
C.,
Packets… packets… yes packets; that is certainly how my only income rolls in, in short little packets; Saturday, Sunday and Thursday: though I dole it out in long tall packets every day of the week. As a starving surfer searching the horizon for a set of undulating currents one paddles out seeped in anticipation of the thirty second cruise to then step off, pick up, the board turn, run, duck dive and gruelingly paddle out over and over again in hope of another fold to add to the stream of short little packets. All the while back on shore the expenses keep swelling tsunami size and it takes a large number of short little packets to trickle up into a bundle, size enough to even out the long tall packets. Certainly, all or nothing – then there is the weather, whether or not you have the capacity to trundle out, scroll down, or reel in any short little packets – not to mention the climate of society, lurchingly influenced by tragedies of nature, or man – not to mention the media. It’s a toss and one has to throw out many an index for a chance at a turn to collect a small bundle of short little packets.
And yes, the moral and physical support of another human being is inestimable; thank you for yours.
As ever,
R.
VALENTINE BLOG TITLES
Instead of writing a blog today I decided to simply write titles that I would use for a Valentine blog, based on my past experiences and some recent impositions on myself and other close friends. The following are a sampling of what I have come up with. There were a number more that I failed to write down when I thought of them as I was contemplating this concept; they are floating around in the gossamer ethereality; perhaps they will return as this collection develops.
Oh, and anyway, happy Valentine’s day.
Who Cares?
Word Awakening
Cruising Solo
Reposition
Cafe Refuge
Non Sequitur
Rearranging Dessert
Wordless
Freedom Cafe
Being On Top
Other Arrangements
Refuge Refuse
Pious Du Jour
Discharge
Wordy Discharge
Illogical Alignment
Alphabet Soup Indeed
Non Kama Sutra
A Room With No View
Downside Up
Spin and Run
Buddhist Grump
April Showers
Beyond the bay window, more verdant it grew:
With every free raindrop, denser the hue.
I drink; then I write,
I call without fight.
This consistent cold spring rain
Leaves nothing to vain:
I call on my friends
To relive all our pain.
My friends; they have said,
Nothing is dead.
Left all alone
Reading by the phone.
The boughs they do sway
While others do pray,
Their desires be done:
While yours; still to come.
Left all alone
Make your own home.
Robert Pennington Price
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