Poetry Friday - Lingering

   It's Poetry Friday, and Denise Krebs is hosting on her website, Dare to Care here! Be sure to read her poem about faith, which will make you realize the faith people do not lose! Thanks for hosting, Denise! 

       I hope all is going well with each of you, perhaps busy with writing, reading, with friends and neighbors? I was busy last week overseeing varied home repairs, not large, but taking time. I am still in charge of the bookstore inventory which also takes a couple of afternoons each week. It is always a delight to see what new books come in, and this time of year teachers appear to be culling their classroom libraries. We receive lots of books for kids, lovely for our customers! It has continued to be hot. I walk early in the morning, do any lawn work needed, and stay in, doing housework, reading or work the laptop! And I watch the shadows! 

Out the window - back yard! 

 

                                                                    Lingering

 

I like the way the shadows move,

and sit and watch the sun inform

from dawn until the eve

that which we should perceive.

 

In mornings our day stretches out

like pulling strands of yarn.

Then shadows disappear at noon.

I say “Oh no, too soon!”

 

In afternoon, the arc has moved.

Elongation is the goal.

Opposing morn; the lengthening slows.

Where do the shadows go?

 

                                                            Linda Baie ©

Poetry Friday - Another Time Together

  It's Poetry Friday, and Ruth is hosting on her website, There is no such thing as a God-forsaken town here!   Out of news that is often sad, she's brought us a poem showing "life is so fine"! Thanks for hosting, Ruth! 

In these days filled with mornings where one often dreads looking for the news, I found a quote that helps. I may have pulled it from one of your posts. I can't remember, but I love it, and read it every day, so thanks to whomever shared it! 

          “I shall no longer ask myself if this or that is expedient, but only if it is right. I shall do this, not because I am noble or unselfish, but because life slips away, and because I need for the rest of my journey a star that will not play false to me, a compass that will not lie…..Therefore, I shall try to do what is right, and to speak what is true.”     Alan Patton, “Cry the Beloved Country”

          And, I just got home from, the beach! My family again gathered for another trip to Costa Rica. I haven't kept exact numbers, but I believe this may be our 16th trip together to numerous beaches in the world, not too far, but far enough that takes us to new lands, new people, and to again being all together. It was a lovely and happy time!

 

night swim

each evening's view

Far from home,

A group settles.

Most leap

Into the waves,

Loving the hours we’ve

Yearned for in our memories.

 

                        Linda Baie ©

Poetry Friday - The Good in Memories

 It's Poetry Friday, and Jan Godown Annino is hosting on her website, Bookseed Studio here!   She's brought us a poem from far away, a paean to our dear earth, something to keep close, to keep well! Thanks for hosting, Jan! 

                      I know that you all may know these words from Tolkien, and yet, they are ever in my mind. 

       “I wish it need not have happened in my time," said Frodo.

        "So do I," said Gandalf, "and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.” 

― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

         You may know that wildfires are in numerous places here in Colorado, some continuing to rage, no diminishing in sight. They are not near Denver, but the smoke is, making it challenging, dangerous for some, to be outside. I miss my usual times, but still have to do some things. This recent time brought a poem out of the smoke! 

A Chore Whirrs Up A Memory

finding solace in the everyday

mowing my tiny lawn

my old push mower whirrs me along

I spread the cuttings

like my grandpa showed me

adding free fertilizer

funny how those old words stay

keep me remembering my times with him

how he managed

hard days softly

Linda Baie ©

   

Poetry Friday - A Gift And Thoughts for America's Birthday

        It's Poetry Friday, and Michelle Kogan is hosting 

on her website, More Art 4 All here!  She's sharing a compendium of the "nearly-here" 250th birthday of the United States of America. Fraught with mixed feelings, her poem retains a thread, a good one, of hope!  

          Thanks for hosting, Michelle!

      I discovered this book at the used bookstore where I work. All-volunteer-run, a non-profit that relies on our customer's donations for nearly every book in the store. This book has certainly started me cogitating with its many words from wise writers. For this week, and its important history, knowing, as 'they' say, the way of the land, I chose this to share:

        "And whoever begins by being a dupe ends by becoming a scoundrel." 

                                                                                                               Voltaire 1694-1778

         You may smile when you read the poem I'm sharing, one I've used before while creating a gift for my grandchildren on certain milestone birthdays. Yet, I am also imagining our country's founders holding that same elation at what they have created! I do believe they didn't imagine recent times when events in our country have not been gleeful. Milne's words are not entirely for children! 

Spring Morning

                     A.A. Milne

Where am I going? I don't quite know.
Down to the stream where the king-cups grow-
Up on the hill where the pine-trees blow-
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.

Where am I going? The clouds sail by,
Little ones, baby ones, over the sky.
Where am I going? The shadows pass,
Little ones, baby ones, over the grass.

If you were a cloud, and sailed up there,
You'd sail on water as blue as air,
And you'd see me here in the fields and say:
"Doesn't the sky look green today?"

Where am I going? The high rooks call:
"It's awful fun to be born at all."
Where am I going? The ring-doves coo:
"We do have beautiful things to do."

If you were a bird, and lived on high,
You'd lean on the wind when the wind came by,
You'd say to the wind when it took you away:
"That's where I wanted to go today!"

Where am I going? I don't quite know.
What does it matter where people go?
Down to the wood where the blue-bells grow-
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.

 

       So, Happy Birthday, America, wishing a future for you where blue-bells and birds fill all lives with the freedom to love them. 

Poetry Friday - A Mighty Gift!

                                        

       It's Poetry Friday, and Tricia Stohr-Hunt is hosting on her website here!  She's sharing this month's poetry sisters' challenge, offering a taste of summer - delicious! 

          Thanks for hosting, Tricia!

       I wakened to a sound yesterday morning that I haven't heard in a long time! Nearly every day, the sun is covered, but none of those clouds have brought rain. This time differed, a lot!

       I do realize that many of you have had an abundance of rain and wish it would stop. Would that we all had some moderation, right?

         

Gifting

Clouds crowd the sun 

out of the picture.

They leak into the evening.

I wouldn’t call it rain.

Waking, not sure what to blame,

Tapping, tapping at windowpane.

Not just sprinkles, real downpour; 

I simply pray for more and more.

Linda Baie ©