Merry Summer Solstice!

Merry Summer Solstice!
El Sol

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

With love to my Dad/"Grandpa Don" on his 84th Birthday! xoxo Elizabeth & Micah

This Moment

A neighbourhood.
At dusk.

Things are getting ready
to happen
out of sight.

Stars and moths.
And rinds slanting around fruit.

But not yet.

One tree is black.
One window is yellow as butter.

A woman leans down to catch a child
who has run into her arms
this moment.

Stars rise.
Moths flutter.
Apples sweeten in the dark. 

Friday, February 14, 2014

Happy St. Valentine's Day to All!

Home is where I want to be
Pick me up and turn me round
I feel numb - burn with a weak heart
So I guess I must be having fun
The less we say about it the better
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground
Head in the sky
It's ok I know nothing's wrong . . nothing

Hi yo I got plenty of time
Hi yo you got light in your eyes
And you're standing here beside me
I love the passing of time
Never for money
Always for love
Cover up say goodnight . . . say goodnight

Home - is where I want to be
But I guess I'm already there
I come home she lifted up her wings
Guess that this must be the place
I can't tell one from another
Did I find you, or you find me?
There was a time Before we were born
If someone asks, this where I'll be . . . where I'll be

Hi yo We drift in and out
Hi yo sing into my mouth
Out of all those kinds of people
You got a face with a view
I'm just an animal looking for a home
Share the same space for a minute or two
And you love me till my heart stops
Love me till I'm dead
Eyes that light up, eyes look through you
Cover up the blank spots
Hit me on the head Ah ooh

Talking Heads
from Stop Making Sense 


This Paper Boat

Carefully placed upon the future,
it tips from the breeze and skims away,
frail thing of words, this valentine,
so far to sail. And if you find it
caught in the reeds, its message blurred,
the thought that you are holding it
a moment is enough for me.

Ted Kooser

Friday, February 7, 2014

My dad wrote this poem for me, on the day I was born, 50 years ago today! Love to both my amazing parents ~ thank you for so much. And then some. And to all my friends, throughout all the years! Smooches, Elizabeth

Are you blue eyed?
Are you red haired?
Are you whole and alive?
Are you the nurse’s or mine?
And what’s that chalk on arms?
No crying?
So complete and ready-made?
Yet through suffering arrived,
This early morn.
That chin—it’s hers
My wife’s and her whole family’s.
Their chin and face.
Am I in on this?
Sire an offspring to my wife?
It’s hers, not mine.
And it’s a girl.
I said it might be.
But all that activity,
Yet I said it might be,
I suppose not believing it.
Now, a girl, and hers, not mine,
Yet alive, and whole,
Maybe even beautiful
Certainly not that ugly thing
I was told to expect
But ours, yet ours—a girl,
And ours.