A Cradle Song by Thomas Dekker 1572?-1632

Golden Slumbers kiss your eyes,
Smiles awake you when you rise.
Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby:
Rock them, rock them, lullaby.

Care is heavy, therefore sleep you;
You are care, and care must keep you.
Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby:
Rock them, rock them, lullaby.

(not composed by Tess)

Alphabet Form With a Polish Desert

Working on a poem and stalled, hoping that putting it here will give me momentum to continue or revise--to go forward or back:
FAR FROM FINISHED .... yikes! I wish there were a hide feature for this blog. Hmmmm. This will teach me not to compose online.

A was an alligator sprawled on a log
B was a buoy that bobbed in the fog.
C is the charity that the child showed.
D the dark that vanished then glowed.
E is for every journey in every book,
F is for following when you take time to look.
G is for the glasses upon the teacher's face,
H hurries from here to there and any place,
I is the infinite sky spreading a blanket blue,
J just as the moon's fond face wanes before its new,
K is the kielbasa sliced cold on a plate,
L is how lovely horseradish, it's great!
Many months have passed since the tulips died down,
Now the nasturtium is the salad's peppery clown.





What comes next?

Conversation with a Baby Jay

Me:     Baby blue jay, Why are you alone on such a day?

Baby Jay:    My mother's gone to find worms and I'm left to play.

Me:    Why are you there deep in the wood?

Baby Jay:    Where else should I be? These leaves are good.

Me:     But now I can see you clear as day and take your picture before you fly away.

Baby Jay:    Go ahead, I'm enjoying the weather and while I do, enjoy my new feathers, too.