Monday, April 25, 2011

Mornin Summer Sun

Sun-shine
so
Sweet and unkept
I need your spacious singing
try to be heard
for me.
Cause I’m tired,
leaning on grey
my hopes are for tomorrow
I have no grace,
today.

And I worry
that
I may not find,
repose of swinging summer
on this cold day.
The chilled wind,
passing through trees
is story shy and silent
Sing melodies
for me

The Artist's Dilema

The portrait I drew of you
gazes
off to one side
an object to be studied

It does not stare me
straight in the face
as you so often do

But instead
is cast
in unchanging
contemplative regret

There is something in
the tilt of the light hitting its cheekbones
and the
almost-parting of its lips

You are so rarely found like that

I can still picture you
poised
as a blackbird on a telephone cable
your eyes so determinedly fixed
on some spot in space
in order to appear for this drawing

The purple
`velvet beret
perched just so
atop your rowdy mess of hair

My memories
do not frame you
sad
or even disturbed

And I wonder
worry
if perhaps it was my own feelings
and fears
which spilled through the pencil
and onto your features

Perhaps it was me
who crafted the shadows
beneath your eyes
and under your chin
and fixed the sullen slope of your shoulders

God no.

The black-framed visage
doesn’t look down on me
from the corner bookshelf
with such sorrow
that if feel
compelled
to rush upstairs in a panic
and find you

And reassure you,
and myself,
of my love and devotion
for you.
My younger sister

Never let me
draw you with such
a heavy heart
ever again

(So I'd like some constructive criticism, this is for poetry class and I'm thinking of using it for a final project, but obviously it needs some work :)

Monday, February 14, 2011

V-Day

Ok, so I know Valentines day and all.... not too popular. I get that, I really do. But one of my favorite things in the world is flowers, and sinse they abound as symbols of devotion on this most hated of days, I decided to make my V-Day post about flowers.

Red, a classic that just can't be beat:



Orange, lively and warm:




Yellow, succulent and sweet:




Green, creative and unique:



(because seriously, I would go for a guy with the guts to get green flowers)

Blue, calm and serious:




Purple!, vibrant and vivacous:




For all you fans of indigo out there, I'm sorry but this blog does not officially recognise that as a color of the rainbow, it's a variation on blue.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Vintage and Fab

I have discovered Etsy.com! I love it and here are some of my favorites:

http://www.etsy.com/listing/64701360/cream-flower-and-gray-satin-headband?ref=cat2_gallery_22

a simply too sweet for words headband, flowers made out of newspaper...

http://www.etsy.com/listing/67476550/vintage-slip-dresswith-gift-jewelry-sash?ref=cat2_gallery_13

this crazy but dainty slip dress looks like a halloween costume but oh so sweet

http://www.etsy.com/listing/64595382/reserved-for-kbaugher-patchwork-sweater?ref=cat2_gallery_7

if you want insanity made out of sweatshirts you should take a look at this work of art

http://www.etsy.com/listing/67768165/home-storage-solution?ref=cat1_gallery_25

these sweet stacking drawers have an almost oriental feel to them

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Shabbyness

It's easy to look out on the world and see those who have more, more opportunities, more money, more time, and sometimes it seems like they have more life. It's easy to believe that they have it all and poor little you, with all your dreams and ambitions are never going to get anywhere simply because you don't have as much as them. It's easy to be angry, to resent others what they have been given by God. It's easy to see my own life as shabby, second rate, and not quite worth as much as others. Do they even know? Do they see that they are gifted beyond yourself? Do they even care? But then, do I?
Do I see that I have been blessed? Has the fact that others are not as priveleged as I escape my knowtice? Am I also blind? These questions lead me to ponder the worth of my own life and what I might give others. This shabby life of mine means something, I was given it for a reason. It is my crucible, it shapes me.
"My Poverty is not complete: It lacks me." - Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, Translated from Spanish by W. S. Merwin

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

A Tribute to the Quote Garden

So I have this unhealthy obsession with quotes. It just gives me such delight to look up a subject and read the poetic (or not) groupings of rhetoric. I love the feeling of sharing these snippets of thought and philosophy with my friends, enimies, and english teachers (usually to their dismay). But this posting isn't really supposed to be about me. Today I'm talking about my favorite search engine for quotes. I discovered this handy little website a while back and have used it lovingly since then. The Quote Garden http://www.quotegarden.com/index.html is a collection of things reputable people have said on virtually every subject. For example:

On education: Education is what has remained after one has forgotten what one has learned in school. - Albert Einstien

On breathing: When the breath wanders the mind also is unsteady. But when the breath is calmed the mind too will be still, and the yogi achieves long life. Therefore, one should learn to control the breath. - Svatmarama, Hatha Yoga Pradipika

On Karma: Worthless people blame thier Karma. - Burmese Proverb

Or, for the more specific querries, Quote Garden has:

On Administrative Assistant Day: No one who achieves success does so without acknowledging the help of others. The wise and confident acknowledge this help with gratitude. - Author Unknown

On Censorship: The fact is that censorship always defeats its own purpose, for it creates, in the end, the kind of society that is incapable of exercising real discretion. - Henry Steele Commager

On Needlework: The sewing machine joins what the scissors have cut asunder, plus whatever else comes in its path. - Mason Cooley

And so I feel it is appropriate to end this posting with a favortie of mine.
Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite. Or waiting around for Friday night or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil or a better break or a string of pearls or a pair of pants or a wig with curls or another chance. Everyone is just waiting. - Dr. Seuss

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Ramble

It is absolutely astounding to me how much my friends can write. I mean Hugo, Bebo, and Joe just seem to have words to spare. (especially Hugo and Joe) I simply cannot fathom it. All durring gradeschool the most common comment on my papers and presentations was "very concise" which is nice teacher code for "too short." It's not that I don't have a lot to say. I do, oh trust me I do. But I just don't seem to have that most coveted of abilities: being able to ramble. My conciseivitis continued all throughout middleschool and on into college. I just seemed to SAY what needed saying. This always seemed like a very bad thing to me. Years of asking teachers, "Now by three pages do you mean that it must be EXACTLY three pages or could it be two and three quarters? Figuratively speaking of course." And all of this seemed so at odds with my personality. I love a good story. In fact get me going and it's hard to get me to shut up. Oh well .......