A study in black and white: My favorite cat, my favorite chair.
Tag: Poetry
100 Simple Things (just the first ten)
“Sunset at Sea” by Monet 1) I love art and get lost in it, could study one great piece for hours. The best art is metaphorical like this piece by Monet. What metaphor do you see in this? 2) I don’t like peas or lima beans. I stuffed them in my pockets as a kid, so…
Jack is Back! (and so is John)
Jack is Short for John Jack is short for John. John is short for toilet. Toilet is long for loo. Two loos plus land means crazy. Crazy is slang for insane. Insane is nice for “elevator doesn’t go to the top.” Elevator is long for lift that goes to the top. Top is plain for…
haiku: soaring
Last week we had a meeting in the Anatole Hilton. My soul feasted on the view from the 29th floor. The sky, clouds, buildings, maze of highways, and landscape took my breath away. Perspective makes all the difference. Everything looked completely different and new from that vantage point. The view mesmerized me. But it was the birds that…
‘Certain Slant of Light’
“Evening Light” by Gina Wright, Scottish Painter I love this painting. I get lost in the evening light. I imagine myself sitting on the craggy coast with the spray of ocean water pounding the rocks, the cold and salty air, the wind, the chill, the distant, lost, and lonely feeling as darkness falls.
The Juice and Justice
Why am I writing about OJ Simpson? Because he is in the news again. Who cares? I do. Because I am profoundly interested in justice and the ramification of injustice in our society. And I believe the American culture shapes our views of justice–some of them are correct, almost innate, and others are incorrect–the result of a society…
haiku: meetings all day long
there is just something about a meeting that lasts all day that’s stifling. ************************* I wanted to jump out the window and join the free people outside.
‘I’m Nobody. Who are You?’
Britney Spears, uh, no uh, Lindsay Lohan, uh, no uh, Paris Hilton, uh… I’m Nobody. Who are You? by Emily Dickinson I’m nobody. Who are you? Are you nobody too? Then there’s a pair of us–don’t tell! They’d banish us you know. How dreary to be somebody! How public like a frog To tell your name…
haiku: The Future
Tomorrow is what I cannot see, its image is dark in the day.
haiku: one birthday two souls
My dad and I share the same birthday, which is November 6th. Quite a milestone, my dad turns 80 today. Thanks, Dad, for holding my hand through the journey. Here are a few haiku in honor of you. ************************ One birthday two souls twenty-four years between us daddy and daughter. ************************
Bonnie Saul Wilks 