22 May 2015

Fragment Friday - Rainy Memorial Day Weekend Edition

Dad in his Army uniform - 1952

Since we are getting rained on this Memorial Day Weekend, five rain poems for your enjoyment. 


Monotone
by Carl Sandburg
 
The monotone of the rain is beautiful,
And the sudden rise and slow relapse
Of the long multitudinous rain.
 
The sun on the hills is beautiful,
Or a captured sunset sea-flung,        
Bannered with fire and gold.
 
A face I know is beautiful—
With fire and gold of sky and sea,
And the peace of long warm rain.


April Rain Song 
by Langston Hughes

Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain. 


Morning Rain
by Tu Fu

A slight rain comes, bathed in dawn light.
I hear it among treetop leaves before mist
Arrives. Soon it sprinkles the soil and,
Windblown, follows clouds away. Deepened

Colors grace thatch homes for a moment.
Flocks and herds of things wild glisten
Faintly. Then the scent of musk opens across
Half a mountain -- and lingers on past noon. 


The Rain
by Robert Creeley

All night the sound had
come back again,
and again falls
this quite, persistent rain.

What am I to myself
that must be remembered,
insisted upon
so often? Is it

that never the ease,
even the hardness,
of rain falling
will have for me

something other than this,
something not so insistent--
am I to be locked in this
final uneasiness.

Love, if you love me,
lie next to me.
Be for me, like rain,
the getting out

of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-
lust of intentional indifference.
Be wet
with a decent happiness. 



A Drop Fell On The Apple Tree
by Emily Dickinson

A drop fell on the apple tree,
Another on the roof;
A half a dozen kissed the eaves,
And made the gables laugh.

A few went out to help the brook,
That went to help the sea.
Myself conjectured, Were they pearls,
What necklaces could be!

The dust replaced in hoisted roads,
The birds jocoser sung;
The sunshine threw his hat away,
The orchards spangles hung.

The breezes brought dejected lutes,
And bathed them in the glee;
The East put out a single flag,
And signed the fete away. 



16 May 2015

Fragment Friday - College Graduation Edition

It's that time of year. Graduation. May I present to you our latest college graduate?

Obligatory 'Up against the wall' pose. 

And a mug shot for good measure.
Congratulations, Clay! We're proud of you.

08 May 2015

Fragment Friday - Mother's Day Edition

Springtime for Corgis - Sunshine, green grass and a ball to fetch. My mother would have loved these two.



Myth
By Natasha Trethewey

I was asleep while you were dying.
It’s as if you slipped through some rift, a hollow
I make between my slumber and my waking,
 
the Erebus I keep you in, still trying
not to let go. You’ll be dead again tomorrow,
but in dreams you live. So I try taking
 
you back into morning. Sleep-heavy, turning,
my eyes open, I find you do not follow.
Again and again, this constant forsaking.
 
*
 
Again and again, this constant forsaking:
my eyes open, I find you do not follow.
You back into morning, sleep-heavy, turning.
 
But in dreams you live. So I try taking,
not to let go. You’ll be dead again tomorrow.
The Erebus I keep you in—still, trying—
 
I make between my slumber and my waking.
It’s as if you slipped through some rift, a hollow.
I was asleep while you were dying.
 

Natasha Trethewey, “Myth” from Native Guard. 
Copyright © 2007 by Natasha Trethewey
 

01 May 2015

Fragment Friday - The Puzzled Edition

Woodblock Peace puzzle* block - A Corgi playing fetch.

1. I'm participating in another gigantic *Puzzle Print. Go to printmaker Maria Arango Diener's website to learn more. This one's theme is Peace. I could think of nothing more peaceful than playing fetch with the Corgis every day. 


2.  And so we soar in on a parachute and settle gently to the ground. National Poetry Month is over. Crunching the numbers here I have 39 poems and poem starts to work with. (Sometimes the poem starts didn't want to wait and became a poem rather quickly.) Onward to editing! How did you do? Get anything new written? When you fine tune, send Gyroscope Review your best work! And don't forget to go read our interview with poet Oonah Joslin.

3.  I carried Emily Dickinson around for Poem In Your Pocket Day April 30th. People are still attracted to rhyme, and she's short and pithy enough to captivate. Plus she's one of my favorites. We share a birthday, even.


I never saw a moor,
I never saw the sea;
Yet know I how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be.
I never spoke with God,       
Nor visited in heaven;
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the chart were given




Two butterflies went out at noon
And waltzed above a stream,
Then stepped straight through the firmament
And rested on a beam;
  
And then together bore away       
Upon a shining sea,—
Though never yet, in any port,
Their coming mentioned be.
  
If spoken by the distant bird,
If met in ether sea       
By frigate or by merchantman,
Report was not to me.


4. Did you know that "Green (unroasted) coffee beans are one of the most traded agricultural commodities in the world." 
"Over 900 species of insect have been recorded as pests of coffee crops worldwide." 
"The roasting process influences the taste of the beverage by changing the coffee bean both physically and chemically." 
"Widely known as coffeehouses or caf├ęs, establishments serving prepared coffee or other hot beverages have existed for over five hundred years."
source: Wikipedia

5.  Still looking for apps for my iPad. Reading, knitting, music, comics, photography, language etc. Any suggestions of apps you like or can't live without? 

24 April 2015

Fragment Friday - The Projects Edition

Afternoon with Wyoming cattle.


1.  So my project of a image/line/stanza a day for Poetry Month is going swimmingly. I'll have more than 30 starting points for poems by the end of the month. It will be interesting to go back to the lines in May and construct a poem around them. How's Poetry Month going for you?

2.  It seems the more music choices I have - iTunes, Google Play, Amazon Music - the less music I listen to. The radio features haven't been bad, once I plug in an artist I like I get back more of a similar vein. The problem comes when I want a mix of folk and alternative. Or punk and pop. I'd make a playlist in iTunes, but frankly, iTunes has become a monumental PITA to use. So I listen to the same old, same old. 

3.  Listen to foreign language videos, they said. It will help your comprehension, they said. Um, no. I can pick out the prepositions and a few verbs if I'm lucky. Otherwise it's a rapidfire wall o'language. Do I talk that fast? Do you? Any suggestions on how to hear German language that isn't coming at me a hundred miles an hour?

4.  All of the sudden I have ideas for short stories coming out my ears. One in particular has caught my fancy and is using up my spare brain power trying to compose a plot. It started with an image, as these things often do. Who is this main character? What does she want? Who or what is out to get her? I delve into research to get some answers. Google is my friend. 

5.  I am so done with most online newspapers. If they aren't limiting the number of articles you can see, they are serving up videos and pop ups and ads - often all at the same time. According to the folks I know who pay for access, the annoyances don't go away with cash. Call me when unbiased reporting makes a comeback.