Thursday, August 18, 2011

Heard in My House at 12am.....

In a tree, wondering how to be nocturnal.
Lily has a real hard time going to sleep if she has had a nap during the at nearly Midnight, she is still up, and having a bit of a whiny session in the floor of her bedroom as I am sitting in her chair, trying to conjole her to sleep....Older brother comes in and says, with great compassion “Oh, Lily, what’s the matter??” She blurts out in her best indignant almost four year old whine...”I want to be NOCTURNAL!! I want to stay up all night and sleep all day, but I am TIRED!”  Oh MY.  I asked her if certain animals were possums vs dogs kind of thing...and she got them all correct.  Who is teaching this kid these things????

Friday, August 12, 2011

Poetry Friday


What once was meant to be a statement—
a dripping dagger held in the fist
of a shuddering heart—is now just a bruise
on a bony old shoulder, the spot
where vanity once punched him hard
and the ache lingered on. He looks like
someone you had to reckon with,
strong as a stallion, fast and ornery,
but on this chilly morning, as he walks
between the tables at a yard sale
with the sleeves of his tight black T-shirt
rolled up to show us who he was,
he is only another old man, picking up
broken tools and putting them back,
his heart gone soft and blue with stories. 

--Ted Kooser

So, Karen is hosting Poetry Friday, and I had to post one of my favorite Ted Kooser poems that was short enough to post here....if you aren’t familiar with Mr. Kooser, please go get one of him  He is a past Poet Laureate and amazing.  I sent him a few of my poems, I got back a handwritten postcard saying, “Hey, you know, I am sort of busy being a poet here...nice of you to write, but read my book, and you’ll hear what I would say to you and write poetry...a lot.”  Isn’t that great? I’m just glad to get some response....gosh, it used to be The Police, now it’s some old poet....I’m getting old. 

Thanks, Karen, I wouldn’t have seen this but saw your reminder on!