What topics do you like to discuss? I have given this space today to Langston Hughes
Silence
I catch the pattern
Of your silence
Before you speak
I do not need
To hear a word.
In your silence
Every tone I seek
Is heard.
By Langston Hughes (1901~1967)
When is the last time you took a risk? How did it work out?
DP@WP ‘ You can not be serious?!’ John McEnro, Wimbledon, UK. 1981
Really? Didn’t we have a risk question yesterday?
Allow me to give this space to the amazing Christina Rossetti.. .
A Daughter of Eve
A fool was I was to sleep at noon,
And wake when night is chilly
Beneath the comfortless cold moon;
A fool to pluck my rose too soon,
A fool to snap my lily.
My garden-plot I have not kept;
Faded and all-forsaken,
I weep as I have never wept:
Oh it was summer when I slept,
It’s winter now I waken.
Talk what you please of future spring
And sun-warm’d sweet to-morrow:—
Stripp’d bare of hope and everything,
No more to laugh, no more to sing,
I sit alone with sorrow.
By Christina Rossetti ( 1830~1894)
Write about a time when you didn’t take action but wish you had. What would you do differently? Sorry, WP, not feeling today’s DP. Instead, I give this space to she. Thank you
Bee! I’m expecting you!
Was saying Yesterday
To Somebody you know
That you were due —
The Frogs got Home last Week —
Are settled, and at work —
Birds, mostly back —
The Clover warm and thick —
You’ll get my Letter by
The seventeenth; Reply
Or better, be with me —
Yours, Fly.
By Emily Dickinson ( 1830~ 1886)
How do you unwind after a demanding day? – Poetry does it for me, thank you WP.
The saddest noise, the sweetest noise,
The maddest noise that grows,—
The birds, they make it in the spring,
At night’s delicious close.
Between the March and April line—
That magical frontier
Beyond which summer hesitates,
Almost too heavenly near.
It makes us think of all the dead
That sauntered with us here,
By separation’s sorcery
Made cruelly more dear.
It makes us think of what we had,
And what we now deplore.
We almost wish those siren throats
Would go and sing no more.
An ear can break a human heart
As quickly as a spear,
We wish the ear had not a heart
By Emily Dickinson ( 1830~1886)
How do you use social media? – A hijacked post today, WP. A tad weary and without my Creative’s hat on. I shall post the words of another. With thanks for the space.
If you forget me
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live, it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
By Pablo Neruda (1904~1973)
What animals make the best/worst pets?
You may have read (thank you for stopping by) in my posts that I share my life with Patch-the dog. But I also love cats. Fact is I’m a total animal lover.
What follows is a light, gentle poem by quite an interesting character who grew up in Los Angeles …
My Cats
I know. I know.
they are limited, have different
needs and
concerns.
but I watch and learn from them.
I like the little they know,
which is so
much.
they complain but never
worry,
they walk with a surprising dignity.
they sleep with a direct simplicity that
humans just can’t
understand.
their eyes are more
beautiful than our eyes.
and they can sleep 20 hours
a day
without
hesitation or
remorse.
when I am feeling
low
all I have to do is
watch my cats
and my
courage
returns.
I study these
creatures.
they are my
teachers.
Charles Bukowski (1920~1994)
How would you improve your community?
As an outsider to this hood, I can tell you the community has absolutely nailed it. There is nothing I could do or say to improve it.
Instead, as you know, when given the space, I will put the words of others. Several of you have told me you love this poem, as do I. So I’m sure you won’t mind me posting it again..and again..and again 🐦⬛
Hope is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.
By Emily Dickinson ( 1830~1886)
How have you adapted to the changes brought on by the Covid-19 pandemic? ****** If it’s all the same to you, WP, I’ll give this DP a miss and use the space for the words of another..
Dreams
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
By Langston Hughes
(1901~1967)
What strategies do you use to cope with negative feelings?
There are many ways people can find to help them cope with negative feelings. Today I choose this….
My head’s in the sand
Dreaming of a land
Of elves and fairies
Fruits and berries
Cities made of trees
Gates without keys
Singing bees, dancing birds
Plenty of unknown words
A realm where jesters rule
And a simple stone is a jewel
By Kostas Lagos ( Greek, contemporary poet)
What movies or TV series have you watched more than 5 times? – Nah, WP, not today. But thank you
Hi. I shall use this space to put the words of another.
Derek Walcott ( 1930-2017)
Love after Love
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was yourself.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
🤔Edit… it has just occurred to me that I no longer have the time ( to spare) to rewatch stuff. Time is of the essence, right?
IN THE BOOMER PIGEON HOLE? 
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