Monday, March 30, 2015

Chillin' in the car

You can't help but wonder to yourself
How would it be with someone else?
Just keep in mind, every storm ends in time --
Love is forever, stay together
~ Michael Garvin and Tom Shapiro

More music from the cds in my car. How stressed can you be while you're listening to this?

Friday, March 27, 2015

Making Mistakes

Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake.
~Napoléon Bonaparte

photo by Paula Bailey

I can't remember the context, but I heard a while ago that everybody makes a mistake every hour. This idea intrigued me, so I think about it sometimes. They can't all be significant mistakes, you know? There must be a big variety. Pondering that inspired today's poem:

What Goes Wrong?
by Tabatha Yeatts

Mistakes flower
Every hour.

Ice cream, dropped.
Joke, flopped.

Tire, flatted.
Jump, splatted.

Directions, lost.
Guidance, tossed.

Trousers, muddied.
Quiz, unstudied.

Pencil, broken.
Care, unspoken.

Team, beaten.
Homework, eaten.

Laundry, pink.
Armor, chink.


Jone is the Poetry Friday host today.

Thursday, March 26, 2015


It seemed I was always looking for the right medium to express myself in and I feel that I have found it.
~Mister Finch

When I saw Mister Finch's textile creatures, I was both fascinated and charmed. They appeal to me in a tactile way and also to my love of story. There are many stories here...

Sending a thank you to Finch for allowing me to share these!

Moths on Books
by Mister Finch

by Mister Finch

Grey Squirrel
by Mister Finch

Black Spider with Poppies
by Mister Finch

by Mister Finch

Moth Circle
by Mister Finch

by Mister Finch

by Mister Finch

by Mister Finch

Mister Finch: Living in a Fairytale World

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Music Everywhere

Isn't it amazing how art can time travel? Someone can compose a song in say, 1824 in Austria, and the work can travel through time and space to move me today. Author Kristin Cashore says, "I have this problem wherein once the ninth starts playing, I need to listen through to the end. It doesn't matter what other thing I was supposed to be doing; now I'm listening to Beethoven's ninth." Beethoven himself couldn't hear the ninth when he was composing it. So there he was, really off in his own world, creating something that would speak to people far away, many years later. Isn't that magical?

Contribute to the Kinshasa Symphony
Landfillharmonic, the movie

Monday, March 23, 2015

I'll ride with you to the moon

I love my apron
But I ain't your mama!
~Little Red Wagon

This Music Monday, we have a song for relaxing and one that's more for waking up.

Audra Mae
Bluey Robinson
Jackie D. Williams
Jeremy Passion

P.S. Yes, I know, Bluey Robinson, Jeremy Passion again! I was hoping you wouldn't notice.

Friday, March 20, 2015

Where I Find Poems

Arts education aids students in skills needed in the workplace: flexibility, the ability to solve problems and communicate, the ability to learn new skills, to be creative and innovative, and to strive for excellence.
~Joseph M. Calahan, Xerox

Reflections star, Wolfsville Elementary School

The Arts and Sciences, essential to the prosperity of the State and to the ornament of human life, have a primary claim to the encouragement of every lover of his country and mankind.
~George Washington

I've talked about the PTA Reflections program a number of times before (here, here, here). The poem I'm sharing today was written by my daughter, then 17, for the Reflections competition literature category. The theme was "The Magic of a Moment."

Where I find poems
by Ariana Yeatts-Lonske

At day break,
The blushing sun paints haiku
On my front yard
With shades of morning dew

On the way to work,
The man on the corner of 47th and 5th
Holds up a sign that reads
But if I squint a little,
The words rearrange themselves into
A quatrain about loss and solitude

As I call a cab,
I am pelted with afternoon sonnets
That glisten on the slick street
And soak through my dress shirt,
Clamoring for a paper home

At my niece’s 5th birthday party,
I pluck a sestina about dreams
From behind her ear
As she explains to me that
She is going to be a butterfly
When she grows up

At night,
The stars knock on my window,
Showing me how they’ve abandoned
Their constellations
To spell out


I decided to help with Reflections again this year, despite what I said at Christmastime. My husband talked me into it, actually! I will only have one school to work on this time, so that will help. (Someone might ask whether Ariana won anything with her poem...she did! She was thrilled!)

You can find the Poetry Friday round-up at Reading to the Core.

Thursday, March 19, 2015

Anton Seder

Art, as far as it is able, follows nature, as a pupil imitates his master; thus your art must be, as it were, God's grandchild.
~Dante Alighieri

Work by German Art Nouveau artist and professor Anton Seder (1850–1916) today:

Sunflowers, Strawberry, Lizard
by Anton Seder

Pussy Willow
by Anton Seder

Sea Life
by Anton Seder

by Anton Seder

Antlers, Wreaths
by Anton Seder

Root Vegetables
by Anton Seder

Spring Flowers
by Anton Seder

by Anton Seder