We talk
My world opposite yours
Your today is my tomorrow
My today is your yesterday
Through your voice I see the future
Through my voice you glimpse the past
When I see the light, you stand in darkness
When darkness engulfs me, your light shines
My summer is your winter
When you spring, I fall
Your world opposite mine
We talk
Eleanor at You Lil Dickens posted Ask Yourself with the question “Why is Poetry important to you?” I answered:
Poetry expresses many things we cannot layout as plain thoughts, words or deeds. Poetry allows us to mask reality in mysterious verse, soften hard realities, drive home points that need to be made. We can expose our deepest secrets, friendly or foul, in abstruse rhymes and mysterious lines left to the reader to unfold, and decode. Poetry is an avenue to express our feelings about life and death, love and rejection, freedom and oppression, faithfulness and unfaithfulness, sexuality and abstinence, belief and unbelief, good and evil. Through poetry we can express all the symptoms, right and wrong, of being human.
Chuck, The Reluctant Poet, asked me to post it here.
We can bloom in our corner
No one to tell us what to do
No one to tell us what not to do
No one to tell us where to be
No one to tell us where not to be
No one to tell us how to look
No one to tell us how not to look
No on to tell us how to think
No on to tell us how not to think
No one to tell us anything
No one not to tell us anything
We can dream of what we want to do
We can dream of what we don’t want to do
We can dream of what we want to be
We can dream of what we don’t want to be
We can dream of how we want to look
We can dream of how we don’t want to look
We can dream of how we want to think
We can dream of how we don’t want to think
We can dream of anything
We can not dream of anything
We can ponder what we want to do
We can ponder what we don’t want to do
We can ponder what we want to be
We can ponder what we don’t want to be
We can ponder how we want to look
We can ponder how we don’t want to look
We can ponder how we want to think
We can ponder how we don’t want to think
We can ponder anything
We can not ponder anything
We are beautiful blooming in our corner
…GREEN CHILE!!!
I got our first sack of green chiles for the 2021 green chile season at Wagner’s Farm this afternoon. Anyone who has followed this blog for any time knows we eat green chile on almost everything. Chile is addictive and goes well with anything as you can see from the drinks above. I wrote and recorded The Capsiacin Club song in early 2019. I acquired the guitar and bass that I put the chile skins on at the same time. Ron Blood recorded a new bass line for the song and added his touches on mixing and mastering the recording. I made and first published the video in September 2019.
Flaming. Roasting. Roasted.
Pealing. Pealed. Stemmed and de-seeded.
Bagged. Boxed. In the freezer with rats.
A beauty beaten
Her silence hides violence
Story goes untold
Great Purple Hairstreak Butterflies in love.
6:00 am
First moon I’ve seen in weeks. 6:05 am.
Down pour at 2:00 pm.
The first photo in the gallery below was taken at 7:38 pm. The last photo was taken at 8:12 pm. Click on the gallery to view the photos larger, and in a slide show.
Spiders sit on pink
Waiting unsuspecting prey
Petals soft with silk
Sunset orange glows
On clouds stretching yawn good night
Darkness doffs the day
It’s impossible
The flight of the bumblebee
Played in A minor
7:30 pm — North, South, East, and West.
Off Center & Not Even 