When rain clouds move across the blue,
When life’s nothing but wading through
The endless stream of chores to do,
When meaning’s nowhere to be found,
When you’ve no clue where you are bound
Or what will give you the high ground
When times are tough and friends are few —
Keep plowing through the push and pull,
Keep smiling like a happy fool,
Keep giving till your heart is full:
“This too shall pass” is ever true.
Prompted by Writer’s Digest Zejel Poetic form challenge.
Image: Jan van Goyen. The Square Watch-Tower, 1651. Oil on panel, Overall: 22 3/4 x 35 1/4 in. (57.8 x 89.5 cm). BF843. Public Domain.
- Is English your first, second, or third language?
Doesn’t matter: “Absolutely anyone can participate in the Blogging Prizes…articles will be judged first and foremost on the quality of argument and the originality of ideas.”
So, pick you age category, pick your topic, and write a winning article!
The deadline for the Rattle Poetry Prize is approaching. There’s a $25 fee, but it comes with quite a few perks.
Get your best four poems ready, and go rattling!
Image: Pierre-Auguste Renoir. Louveciennes, c. 1872–1873. Oil on canvas, Overall: 15 1/4 x 18 1/4 in. (38.7 x 46.4 cm). BF860. Public Domain.
Good night, sleep tight,
the sky is bright, the Moon is lit,
your dreams are light…
The fairies bring them on their wings
along with other magic things,
like childhood, wonder, innocence.
To grownups they
don’t make much sense,
but you, you do know what they are.
You wait for creatures from afar
to come and dance
on your front lawn
all night, until the break of dawn…
but they will not come out and leap
until you, kids, are fast asleep.
So, close your eyes,
and count to ten,
and I will sing to you again…
© 2012 Sasha A. Palmer
Image: © 2013 Nino Chakvetadze, reproduced with permission.
- Are you guilty of tsundoku?
“We collect, covet, and guard books the way a dragon does jewels. There’s even a word for having too many books: tsundoku.”
Do you buy more books than you can afford and/or more books than your house can accommodate? Do you have more books than you can ever read? Do you like the feel of a real tangible book?..
Read this article on the joy of reading, the love of books, and learning to let go.
- So, have you bought any new books lately?
Are your bookshelves overstuffed? Can you barely see your house behind the dusty stacks of books you might read one day?
Maybe it’s time for a purge. Alternatively,
“…stop beating yourself up for buying too many books or for having a to-read list that you could never get through in three lifetimes.”
Read this article on why having way too many books is a very good thing.
What say you?
Image: Pierre-Auguste Renoir. Apple Vendor (La Marchande de pommes), 1890. Oil on canvas, Overall: 25 9/16 x 21 7/16 in. (65 x 54.5 cm). BF8. Public Domain.
I stepped outside to see the evening birdsong,
and hear the lilacs fill the air with purple
and white aroma, and to drown before long
in maybe-May. Falling beyond the circle
of probability, defying lifelong
perceptions of what’s real, the twilight sparkled
with myriads of realms. Mind–proven all wrong–
accepted its defeat, joyfully humbled.
Prompted by Poetic Asides Strambotto Poetic Form Challenge.
Image: Henri Rousseau. Woman Walking in an Exotic Forest (Femme se promenant dans une forêt exotique), 1905. Oil on canvas, Overall: 39 3/8 x 31 3/4 in. (100 x 80.6 cm). BF388. Public Domain.
Still, be that as it may,
I’ll bloom my heart out
come sweet May,
I’ll fall and flow
where all spent hours
and flowers go…
Yet till the end
my fate I’ll tease
while days of May
will past me breeze.
© 2016 Sasha A. Palmer
Image: © 2017 Nino Chakvetadze, reproduced with permission.
Jesus Christ is Risen! Alleluia!
No, Ms. Omar, Notre-Dame de Paris is not “art & architecture” — it’s an OUR LADY OF PARIS CATHOLIC CATHEDRAL.
No, Mr. Obama & Mrs. Clinton, the martyrs in Sri Lanka were not “Easter worshipers” — they were CHRISTIANS. They were CATHOLICS. That’s the reason they were murdered.
No, they cannot edit Jesus out of Easter. But they will keep trying. Stay vigilant!
Have a blessed Easter season.
Image: Unidentified artist. The Resurrection, Probably second half of the 15th century. Oil on panel, Overall: 39 1/2 x 23 3/4 in. (100.3 x 60.3 cm). BF866. Public Domain.
“Hold the cross high so I may see it through the flames!” — Joan of Arc
Seasoned wood burns well,
fire spreads fast,
roofs collapse, windows fall,
shards of stained glass,
Hundreds of years young
it stands intact.
The same song rises to the spire,
and cloven tongues
as of fire
rest upon us.
Have a Blessed Triduum.
(Won’t you agree?)
a dream away —
that filled with spring and promise
fun sun day
where we can touch the wind,
and taste the air,
and be the way we were,
without a care,
free to reclaim
what fleeting time can’t steal,
where we can hope once more,
© 2014 Sasha A. Palmer
Image: © 2014 Nino Chakvetadze, reproduced with permission.