Friday, August 28, 2015

Hidden Poems

Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you.
~Carlos Ruiz Zafón

Could we say the same about poems? In this case, books are mirrors for poems you have inside you:

Poetry for Children is the Poetry Friday host today.

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Appalachian Beauty

The more prejudice I faced because of where I was from, the prouder I became of that place. Once I was on the road, at a booksigning, and a woman asked me why I loved Appalachia so much. I said, “Because when you are from a place and a people you have to defend all the time, that makes you love them that much more."
~Silas House

I had a hard time figuring out what to feature for Art Thursday this week. I wanted to do something in honor of the Roanoke, VA WDBJ journalists. A very sweet high school classmate of mine used to work at that station. Peace seemed like a good subject, but I have talked about peace before (more than once!). I wound up deciding to spotlight Appalachia in general.

McAfee Knob
by Seuss

Appalachian Trail
by Frank Kehren

Walls of Appalachia
by Sathish J

Plethodon glutinosus
by squamatologist

Thurmond Depot
by Frank Kehren

by Aaron Knox

Links to previous Appalachia-related posts:

* She Lives
* Still
* The Mountain Music Project
* Appalachian Spring

Friday, August 21, 2015

One Clear Call

I had a different plan for this week's Poetry Friday, but someone I was very fond of passed away suddenly on Wednesday, so I am making today's post in his honor.

Dr. Michael Doran was the principal of my oldest child's high school. As I have mentioned before, I volunteer with the Reflections arts program so I knew Dr. Doran personally through that and I appreciated his enthusiasm for the arts. Additionally, I had the pleasure of hearing him speak many times, including graduation, where his speech was perhaps my favorite. Dr. Doran's wit, common sense, good nature, intelligence, and cheerfulness made him a very special person. My daughter summed it up: "He was the best."

Principal Michael Doran
Thomas S. Wootton High School

Dr. Doran was a fan of poetry. He was from Ireland and grew up in England, and he particularly enjoyed British poetry. My guess is that he liked If, Song of the Wandering Aengus, and The Cup, among many others. Here's Crossing the Bar by Alfred, Lord Tennyson in honor of Dr. D.:

Crossing The Bar
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.

The Poetry Friday round-up is at Reading to the Core.

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Impossible Bottles

The impossible could not have happened, therefore the impossible must be possible in spite of appearances.
~Agatha Christie

Bottles with items way too large to fit down the neck today, including three shots of the same ship (I can't resist! They all seem a bit different to me):

Nelson's ship in a bottle, Trafalgar Square, London
photo by Rose Davies

Olympic Sailing Event ?
photo by Captain Roger Fenton

Nelson's Ship in a Bottle
photo by Pablo Andres

Buddelschiff Titanic
by Werner Willmann

Sailing Ship in a Bottle
by Artem Popov

Ship in a bottle. Late 19th Century, England
Made by a sailor. Displayed at the National Maritime Museum, Israel
photo by Avi Deror

Life Of Pi In A Bottle
by Heather Gabrielle Rogers
photo by Taylor Herring

A Crystallpyramide from Erzgebirge/Germany
photo by Marea85


* Impossibottle
* Harry Eng, Master Bottle Filler
* Inside the Bottle

Monday, August 17, 2015

Blood I Bled

Hat tip to Ariana for introducing me to this group! For Music Monday, The Staves:

Friday, August 14, 2015

Like Ghosts in the Clutches of Dawn

I have never listened to anyone who criticized my taste in space travel, sideshows or gorillas. When this occurs, I pack up my dinosaurs and leave the room.
~Ray Bradbury

I'm on vacation today, but I wanted to drop in. I like a bunch of different kinds of poetry, including science fiction poetry. Here's the first part of "Imperfect Storm" by Robert Borski:

Imperfect Storm
by Robert Borski

Though the thunder is deep enough
to rattle the stones of the castle

and the sky is whited out
for nearly minutes at a time,

none of the storm’s bolder strokes
ever seem to find the copper finials

set atop the parapets designed to conduct
the voltage down to the laboratory

below. As a result, the cold, stitched-
together dead thing lying on the slab

never receives the animating spark
it needs to kickstart its black heart.

read the rest here.

Lightning by David


One more from No offense to politicians, but this little haiku is worth a visit.


My Juicy Little Universe has the Poetry Friday round-up.