Day: January 19, 2016

Cranky Old Man

Originally posted on bujonswords:
Having been duped by a touching ‘story’ with a fantastic poem at it’s heart, I made further investigations and found, what I think is, the original source of that poem. It has captivated me so is my first pressing of someone else’s work. The original version of the poem: Crabbit Old Woman What do you see, nurses what do you see Are you thinking when you are looking at me A crabbit old woman, not very wise, Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes, Who dribbles her food and makes no reply When you say in a loud voice –I do wish you’d try Who seems not to notice the things that you do And for ever is losing a stocking or shoe, Who unresisting or not, lets you do as you will With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill Is that what you are thinking, is that what you see, Then open your eyes, nurses, you’re not looking at me. Photo by Chalmers Butterfield I’ll tell you who I…

irumeur…

Just Jot It January 19th – Climate   Jot -Climate The environment of our earth is something most of us give little thought to.  We go through our day, living out our lives, self-absorbed in the many facets of our own existence. We teach our children  the necessity of paying bills, throwing away our trash, cleaning up after ourselves, and what foods to eat (well, at least some do).  What we don’t teach them, as a general rule, is the vital importance of everything around them.  The snail, a blade of grass, moss,  a fly, even such small things as the bugs that live on our skin. The earth is one large social structure -and each cell amplifies the productivity of the other.  When we consider that even the smallest blade of grass, is created by the connecting of cells -the same as a human -we are talking about a powerful system. There is a new study by the USGS Climate Research & Development Program, stating the importance of diversity, even in our plant life. Now, I …

Nonsense

A blogger I admire, just posted a poem that I’ve reposted.  I hope you will read it, and pull the depth of his words from each phrase. I believe, he wants us to see the need to write, the pain of not writing, and how words will flow even when we do not try.  His words certainly pull as much within -as they call you to create.  Not only, do I consider Opinionated Man a friend, he also writes  -with color. Such words forced me to respond… The blood droplets trickle upon my paper, etching the written word onto my unuttered strokes, scorching new phrases in its wake.