Yesterday I found two nests. One in a vacant bird house, and one a true mouse bed,very well made -- like my son's big puff -- full of bird feathers. This is a picture of the mouse bed. I found it in the wood pile. Mice love wood piles!
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Sunday, May 02, 2010
Out of Doors
Yesterday I found two nests. One in a vacant bird house, and one a true mouse bed,very well made -- like my son's big puff -- full of bird feathers. This is a picture of the mouse bed. I found it in the wood pile. Mice love wood piles!
Saturday, April 10, 2010
How Can I Help Children in Gaza?
Also, please do not copy the image of this child. The artwork, by artist Michael Thompson, is here by permission only.
I am Gaza
I am Gaza
Originally uploaded by freestylee
by the kind permission of Michael Thompson
(This poem isn't working. I have revised it and it's a bigger mess.The more I think about it, the more I am certain that Michael Thompson's art says it all.)
Saturday, March 13, 2010
What's Mad Cool At School, and What's Not So Hot
Lice are not nice!
When you scratch you think twice:
who's there, in my hair?
Why me, it's not fair?
No, lice are not nice!
Do I need a short shave?
Mom says, behave and be brave.
Because lice are not nice,
no, lice are not nice. No!
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Feeling Like I Let You Down
Friday, November 06, 2009
The Little Sadness Poem --revised a few times
Ghazal for Autumn. Ghazals for Children
fall
Originally uploaded by garagesoap
Ghazal for October
My dog picks up his gait in October
Cool weather stepping for our Nate, in October
Nights cold, days sweater warm, the leaves blushed,
wrapped in red and gold for their date in October.
Behind the brown prickly heads of coneflowers
Grew peach-colored mums at the gate in October.
The moonlit walk through the dark dry leaves with candy
on our tongues, such sweet dreams, the bait in October.
The warm kitchen smells of cinnamon and apples.
Please… One more piece on my plate in October!
On the horse-pulled cart, a vine of voices,
Jostle to our pumpkin patch fate in October.
The forest symphony quit. Crickets and peepers
Packed their instruments and now its silent, late in October.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Please let me know if you can't find the Ghazal for October (Problem with the HTML).
If you haven't read a ghazal before :
1. Each couplet is its own jewel. Couplets are not related. Perhaps, emotionally but not semantically.
Saturday, September 05, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Cicada in August
I
Within the forest oaks
the only sound is the drum
of the male cicadas.
II
I was of one mind
like the patient oak
that waits the cicadas' climb.
III
The cicada flew into the glass.
It buzzed on its side
like a broken pinwheel
in the wind.
IV
It's one with the marvelous heroes:
The cicada climbs the nearest support,
splits open its shell
and emerges.
V
I do not know which amazes more:
The slow underground life of the young,
or the sight of nymphal skins in August's trees.
VI
The fans blew the hot air
across the room.
Pages curled on the desk.
Far off they were climbing.
Their small sound organ
thunderous.
VII
You admirers of feathered wings,
Do you not see
the long translucent beatings
of this tiny bright eyed thing?
VIII
I know scales and arpeggios,
the tyranny of the bow,
but the cicada
knows the essence
of what I hope to know.
IX
When the cicada
moved on
the oak tree slept.
X
As the cicadas sing
together, throwing their rhythm
into the darkness,
even the bomba dancer
cannot command the beat.
XI
She sped her sports car over highways
her wrists clicking with bracelets.
At night she dreams
all her charms and rings
are cicadas with emeralds
for wings.
XII
The leaves are turning.
The old cicadas must be dying.
XIII
It was hot and humid all day and evening.
The clouds came.
The cicadas clung
to their branches.
Monday, July 20, 2009
Leonardo da Vinci Park ~
Originally uploaded by alicepopkorn - busy
I will bring an umbrella. One should never forget their umbrella.
Photo by Alicepopkorn-busy a Flickr.com
LEONARDO DA VINCI PARK (for Isabella)
Today I am going to Leonardo Da Vinci Park and I am bringing
an apple for my teacher, and an anteater because picnics always have ants and I am bringing butter biscuits
in case there aren't any ants.
Today I am going to Leonardo Da Vinci Park and I am bringing
crunchy cashews, and a chirpy chimpanzee,
some delicious dumplings, dazzling diamonds
Elegant eggplants and even eclairs for
the fairies found in the flowers.
Today I am going to Leonardo Da Vinci Park and I am bringing
galloping gazelles, high stepping horses,
and individually wrapped icecreams
just in time for jumping with my friends
Jane, Jasmin, and Junette.
.
Today I am going to Leonardo Da Vinci Park and I am bringing
from Australia a Kangaroo who gets a kick out of kielbasa
and one lively lioness
who loves lunaria, and many marvelous monkeys
full of mischief and munchies made with marshmellows.
Today I am going to Leonardo Da Vinci Park and I am bringing
nine noisy nuthatches in a nest. Nothing more.
Today I am going to Leonardo Da Vinci Park
and I am bringing olives, oysters, oatmeal cookies,
and an opened box of paint for painting
portraits quick and quaint
of a really rude red rooster who slips and slides
over a seesaw to steal my saltine crackers and soggy sandwiches
that truly taste terrible.
Today I am going to Leonardo Da Vinci Park and I am bringing
an umbrella from Umbria, and an ugly duckling under my arm for all of us
to admire (because the ugly duckling is really a beautiful swan.)
Today I am going to Leonardo Da Vinci Park and I am bringing
a painting signed "Vincent" of a vase with welcoming sunflowers.
Today I am going to Leonardo Da Vinci Park and I am bringing
friends: Xavier, YOU, Zak, Zoe, and Zelda.
I love the park, don't you?
Sunday, July 05, 2009
What happened to the dog that swallowed a firefly?
It barked with de-light!
Saturday, July 04, 2009
Firefly Poem (revision) Photo Creative Commons
Originally uploaded by V31S70
Mami said let's ride in the car;
I wore my pajamas and she drove very far...
We went through a forest, thick with dark trees.
I slept the whole way with my head on my knees.
Then she stopped, got out, at the top of a hill
Where we spread out a blanket and sat very still.
Diamonds were falling, a dazzling delight;
Bright-eyed were we by firefly light.
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
Happy Sheep
Originally uploaded by David Masters
The Fisheep (a fantasy mammal/fish)
Unlike a true fish
the fisheep doesn't swim very deep
rather, it swishes along and floats
like something made of cotton but a boat.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Fishes
Originally uploaded by katmere
What is Creative Commons? You will often see photographs posted on this blog by other people. I write the posts but borrow these photographs. These photographers have chosen to use a different type of copyright --not the ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. I find these sharing/caring people's photos in a flickr search for "Creative Commons." You can share their photos as long as you give their identity as the creator. It's very cool. That you everyone in the Creative Commons pool. Love swimming with you!
Sunday, May 31, 2009
common toad waiting for food
Originally uploaded by bjortklingd
(As you can see, this is a "common toad," a distant relative of the Toadonkey whose ears are, of course, much bigger.)
Toadonkeys
Very rare and hard to spot.
The largest of farm toads,
more toad than not.
Their spring song is more a bray
familiar like a mare
but not quite a neigh
nay, I say its hard to say
exactly as they are so seldom seen or heard.
They're fast with their legs up front;
they kick behind in a huge gallump.
A miniature seesaw,
they sometimes sing heehaw, heehaw!
Monday, May 25, 2009
summer is dancing
Originally uploaded by alicepopkorn
I Love Summer Time
I like to feel the sun shine
I like to dip my feet in water cold
I like to skip between the chalk lines
until my days grow old
I like it if the birds still sing
When my dreams take wing,
when it's light,
And the fireflies light up the night
I love summer time
flavored ices bought with dimes
knees scraped and banged up blue
all my wild days long overdue
