Brain Stir

This Same Light

2010-03-12T03:34:00.000-08:00

Charon by h.koppodelaney

THIS SAME LIGHT

This same light began,
births ones arrivals,
a rising sun earth.

Constant activity,
endless days,
provoking waves.

Moment by moment,
endeavoring quietly,
rare collapses.

Fierce clouds,
setting suns,
realizing the eternity.

Floating through,
no sails; adriftin’,
death passed by.

House of Light

2009-12-07T20:03:00.000-08:00

storming and blowing
sleepless days and loud music
light brightens rocks

white caps torrent slap
sky is calm and deeply blue
revealing red and whiteness

southern exposure
howling wind lulling sky
no time for lolling

A New Wisdom in Aging

2009-03-29T07:14:00.000-07:00

We have no way of predicting who we are or what we will be or who we will be? The result of aging is getting in know. Finding yourself suddenly beyond what you thought was old, you seem to look for who you are really? So at this time I have made a conscious effort to have reasons or stories behind what I write. I will start another blog with titles and stories behind what I write. Much like the excerpts I have about pictures or drawings. Although mainly for my mind and desires I would like to have record of who I was at the time I wrote what.

Reflection is a direct result of aging. So I will write those reflections on a blog called "A Living Elegy" although not an exact blog of the phrasing I want to have it all down. Not that I have started writing them down, but I have started the catalog and dialog in my mind's eye.

Your mind's eye is another result of aging. An accurate awareness of who you have been and who you wanted to be and the reality of who you might be at that moment. Knowing is another result of aging and wanting to share those result with others. The restraint required to not "Know it All" is sometimes is lacking in many of the aging. It is with such fervor that the aged want others to succeed and not deal with the same errors in judgements and or unsuccessful matters along the way. Those are the people I want to keep meeting.

In youth we tend to "Know It All" and aging is a place in wisdom where you don't say much unless you think it is an emergency. The wisdom in that is that you know most "youth", whatever and wherever that is, have to decide for themselves what their options are and project their own future options. As long as everyone knows they have options in all circumstances.

Aging is knowing all your options in all circumstances and sharing them when asked. That is the wisdom of aging insight and tolerance. Oh and how to remember something write it down! And don't lose the paper! OMG!

Sunday Scribblings

The Empty Swing

2008-09-25T16:19:00.000-07:00

The empty swing; secluded
To be enjoyed; Lord
By two who let it; wait
The empty swing; thaw
Not even that is a reach; believe

The empty swing; holds love
To be enjoyed; mate
By two who let it; wait
The empty swing; no solace
Not even that is a reach; fatigue

The empty swing; maturity
To be enjoyed; Miss Rose
By two who let it ; commitment
The empty swing; monotonous
Not even that is a reach; solace

The empty swing; unbearable
By two who let it; unfulfilled
To be enjoyed; embroidery
The empty swing; broke me
Not even that is a reach; answer

Poefusion Friday 5 Sunday Scribblings mate

Elegy For The Living....

2008-09-23T15:03:00.000-07:00

Elegy for Him
I requisite this idiom for you,
Although his elegy linguistics for you,
Cause you hang a propos,
An opus that was complete with dirge,
My lament had his requiem,
Conversely presence sorrowful your sike are amiss,
Amiss is unmerited and crushing,
Injurious and despondent.
Dejected, compunctious and vital, not hopeless….
Contriteness and Compunction wrought,
Leaver sike Griser Him The Rose,
Your only recourse for the sike.

My Dirge For You Both

2008-09-11T06:53:00.000-07:00

My Dirge for You Both
Elegy for Him
His funeral song
I requisite this idiom for you,
Although his elegy I Can Only Imagine,
Grise linguistics for you,
Interred Birse near waves through Psalms,
Cause you hang a propos,
An opus that was complete with dirge,
My lament had his requiem,
Long passed its rendezvous,
The old hymn played our lament,
He could not jounce out with just a chant,
Gifted and mourned heard ghost throstle,
Griseous and mournful and he is missed,
Conversely presence sorrowful your sike are amiss,
His demise mortality inherent,
Amiss is unmerited and crushing,
Injurious and despondent.
Dejected, compunctious and vital, not hopeless….
Contriteness and Compunction wrought,
Leaver sike Griser Him The Rose…

Poefusion Friday Five -grisious,throstle,dirge,birse,sike
http://readwritepoem.org/2008/09/10/read-write-prompt-44-rememberances-and-elegies/

Rhododendrons, but I Like Azaleas

2008-09-06T14:10:00.000-07:00

In the spring my Rhododendrons swell with newly developed apiculate leaves, I keep my eyes peeled for blisters on the large leaves. Like a physician watching his patients I can observe the sedulous behavior of the bees as they have their favorite bushes earmarked. As the blossoms develop into full bloom the pheromones must really affect them. The bees start aggressively setting up a territorial line against their competitor bees. For me and the bees have a quiet treaty every year. They must and usually stay outside the railing of my porch as I watch their competitions every year. Much like the rest of the animal kingdom I do assume the bees to be male, but what do I know? I like azaleas.