The Happy Jackdaw

With the morning sun I find that for a little silly fun poor.Dave's been banned they say he spammed with his blog to Infinity called it too repetitive what's a little witty play? Now, I mourn the loss of Dave our playful knave who hardly seemed a threat compared with the taunts and sneers that have... Sign in to see full entry.

Some skeins are chosen for me some I choose myself what the final pattern will be I have no idea But weave I do with hand and loom the shuttle moving to and fro with wool soft or rough The design's not set colors bright or muted It's not determined what the article is yet hat, scarf, or mitten For I... Sign in to see full entry.

Antigone's in agony Orestes is the same Electra's gone The harpies harp on and on and drive everyone insane still the choir sings and Aurora's dawn brings another brighter day Sign in to see full entry.

High above Icarus on his waxen wings went where he knew he dare not go yet he driven must fly Beneath the depths Inanna wept as she was stripped bare of all her worldly goods, and pride her shame her sister's gloating prize what mortals we fools be we fly so high we sink so low were it a waste of... Sign in to see full entry.

Long-haired guy with a guitar picking out a rhythm on the street works for change I stop and sit for a while as he finds the melody strums longer and louder faster and faster until the alley is full of song Woman across from me sitting at a yellow cafe table. waking slow to Sunday, too. turns her... Sign in to see full entry.

To market, to market to wander through the wares for I haven't got a penny so God bless me but I'll enjoy the view there's crafts and arts photos and prints stalls too many to see salmon, oysters, mussels all shellfish from the sea flowers in fall's muted palette in russet tones and hue the fish... Sign in to see full entry.

What template forms it? the subtle shades and shadows the chiaroscuro of desire? what imprint molds the clay of longing that catches the breath and quckens the pulse the hidden images of each mind's eye that clicks with shutter speed What forms the image we hold within that rouses the sleeping fires... Sign in to see full entry.

I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed. The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow-- Not at all like proper... Sign in to see full entry.

Love that cup of coffee love that coffee bean if i don't get that jolt of java First I turn surly then I get downright mean How I love thee, my ebony extraction from Sumatra, Arabia or Kona Coast I love you to distraction I love you the most No one shall ever come between us nor surly knave nor lout... Sign in to see full entry.

Just a few quick notes on this evening's song-writing group. First "group" is a misnomer, since only two of us showed up. I had my notebook, since I don't know yet how to record on my laptop, but I will by next time. So, I listened to A's acoustic singing with guitar and it was quite good. His song... Sign in to see full entry.