Challenge
or
adventure?
Struggle
or
focus?
Difficult
or
opportunity?
Make the choice:
Embrace the new.
poem- button (on a blue shirt) September 11, 2013
I’m nuttin’
but a simple button.
battling the blues.
Holding fast
amid adversity
standing against stress and strain
I see you stare
I do not care.
While ripping seams are heard in dreams
accompanied by delirious screams
I’m a button with a function–
Keeping everything together
against the odds,
without applause.
For Sam, I can!
Because, madame
I do my button best
clinging lest things explode
against his chest.
.
.
.
Dedicated to the button straining on that blue shirt. It has a Twitter account. Seriously.
poem- what now? September 10, 2013
“and so,” you said, “that’s it.”
You turned off the light
and closed the door.
I blinked in darkness
waiting
because
“it”
was not really
“that.”
Monday Meme- 2013-09-09 Red Woods September 9, 2013
Here is a photo meme for you!
Your assignment:
1. create a poem, story, or article based on this photo.
2. Post it on your blog.
3. Cut and paste the photo onto your post (leaving the Monday Meme text).
4. Put a link to your post in the comments to this post below so we can visit your blog.
I’m looking forward to seeing what you come up with! (I will leave a comment on your blog post itself, rather than posting in response to your link here).
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Hawai’i love September 8, 2013
For many years
your love
was an ocean:
pacific,
glorious.
Your dreams
flowed around you like fish,
swirling with life
joy
terror
and companionship.
The storms came
upon tropic seas
but
blue waves
rocked you
back to
comfortable
complacency.
Firey red
tropical nights
bathed you in
beauty.
.
All was well
on the surface.
.
Beneath
the waves
lava
bubbled.
You didn’t understand
when steam
purcolated
on schedule
releasing the stress
beneath the surface
that the day
was coming when it’d
erupt in
turbulent
broil and
form a solitary island
with a different
perspective on
the ocean.
.
Love
is still
a vast ocean.
Possibility
spreads upon a
limitless horizon.
Climb into your boat:
go fish.
There are many
dreams swirling
in the ocean.
haiku poem- Oregon coast
The scent of salt tousles
hair and jackets. It paints waves and
caresses the dunes
quote- love it or leave it September 7, 2013
Steve Jobs, founder of Apple, has just passed away. In 2005 he told the Stanford graduating class,
”Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do.
“If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on.”
Wise man. Don’t waste your life doing a job ‘just for the money.’ It’s not worth it if it kills your soul and steals your joy. Confucius is credited with the aphorism “If you love what you do, you’ll never work a day in your life.”
I am lucky to love…
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poem- whispering September 5, 2013
Soft words
across my pillow:
promises,
light,
dreams,
on the breath
of possibility.
language & brain September 4, 2013
The ability to speak a second language isn’t the only thing that distinguishes bilingual people from their monolingual counterparts—their brains work differently, too. … A new study published in Psychological Science reveals that knowledge of a second language—even one learned in adolescence—affects how people read in their native tongue. The findings suggest that after learning a second language, people never look at words the same way again.
Melinda Wenner’s article in Scientific American fascinates me for many reasons. I have friends whose children were born in bilingual environments, and it has always amazed me how fluidly these children move between languages. It has frequently been observed that students in French Immersion tend to be among the strongest in the school. Is this because they were already so, or have their brains been improved by second language…
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crows September 3, 2013
Flying oilslick
on thrumming wings
collapses on my pine tree
and stares at me
daring me.
My protectors
bark their disapproval
and it languidly lifts off
trailing them behind.
Until they reach the fence,
then, tails
immensely satisfied,
lope back to me,
for their reward.
Black garbed intimidators
with steely eyes
do not impress
the wolf clan.
This is a comfort.
Shawn L. Bird 