Ink Jet Printer Printer fires up, then silence thinks awhile, then putters… pushes out the paper in chugs and grunts and sputters. We would mutter too if we had his hard assignment: Make the picture colorful while staying in alignment. As he complains and stutters charges in his nozzle heads are giving chip instructions to… Continue reading Ink Jet Printer (NPM ’16-Day 17)
Spring’s Debutantes Party deb Pansy and, before her, Crocus whisper in royal shades of an amethyst queen. Frilly Lilac and loose-limbed Wisteria trailing scented clouds of hocus-pocus languid on trellis and bower lean. The starchy Tulip sisters dressed in flames bring to this dance a daring new criteria, strut a bold contrast to spring’s purple… Continue reading Spring’s Debutantes (NPM ’16-Day 16)
How lovely to have this poem land on my desk all eager to find out what that little perched "divining seer" is beaming about (thank you, Matt, for handing me the baton of an easy rhyme). Here is the poem so far with my line at the bottom in bold. A squall of hawk wings… Continue reading Progressive Poem 2016 – Day 16
The Great Civilizations New parts for old—magic materials eyes and ears do dance steps on the stage. Print spreads the word on horseback, the book finding the way, measuring the world, making music. Every room in the house—the bedroom, the bathroom dining out on teaching and learning, the world of work. In the kitchen preserving… Continue reading The Great Civilizations (NPM ’16-Day 15)
Echoes full of knowing I look a lot like little mouse little mouse with wings. At dark leave attic of your house to hunt for creepy things. I swoop and swirl, dive and glide but hardly use my sight, prefer in dim moon-shade to hide while scrounging food at night. I have the rare… Continue reading Echoes full of knowing (NPM ’16-Day 14)
I had a lovely experience of gratitude expressed to me last weekend. A bit of backstory. Years ago, it became customary for our church's small groups to discuss Sunday's sermon in their meetings. The church office provided sermon notes for that. In February of 2011, the pastor responsible for small groups asked me if I… Continue reading Gratitude (NPM ’16-Day 13)
Monday is washday Sunday night sees piles of clothes segregated in lights and darks reds and prints, huddled together dreading the morning. Machines go through their cycles pour, churn, whirl, whir. Monday air is sweet with dryer sheets damp with clothes-horse hangouts. A half hour in front of the TV pairing, folding, and—Voila! our closets… Continue reading Monday is washday (NPM ’16-Day 12)
Spine Wisdom Nature never stops talking in a conspiracy of light, earth against your cheek, and a round slice of moon. Here on the ground witness the weather of the heart in patches of Godlight and a tumbled stone. “Everyday greatness,” says the Noticer “is inscribed in the art of work, won in the battlefield… Continue reading Spine Wisdom (NPM ’16-Day 11)
I love how Robert Brewer describes a “doodle poem” in his April 8th prompt: “So for a poem, I’m thinking this could start off as something small that stays small or builds to epic proportions.” On reading this prompt, almost at once I thought of cooking a meal. It may start leisurely enough but inevitably… Continue reading Doodling Supper (NPM ’16-Day 10)
All photos © 2016 by V. Nesdoly Tulip Festival A few tulips are beautiful acres of them stunning— bouclé strips of colour in the palette of Spring: red, peach, yellow, pink orange, variegated, white, wine, varieties named for memories and with imagination: Rhapsody, Lolyta Christmas Gift, Graya, Kelly, Charade. They are April wine, goblets capturing… Continue reading Tulip Festival (NPM ’16-Day 9)
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