Writing is to Love

My love comes sputtering
and faltering like an
engine that won’t turn over.
I throw myself at the problem
and bounce off its side
as it lumbers toward some
elephant graveyard.
My love comes quietly
and temperamental like
lightening on the horizon.
I dither in a low sung
protest to the universe
that fails to convert even me.
My love comes contrived
and overwrought as a forced metaphor.
I donate two dollars to light the candle
and contemplate Darwinian plumbing.

Disposable

The smiling face of the Bounty man
looks up at me from the bottom of my trash can.
I’m sorry, I only loved you
for your super absorbent towels.

Quote of the Day

You have to talk to people and uplift them. It is not enough to be a saint. Now is the time to make others feel that way. Become a forklift.
—Yogi Bhajan

Next

I’ve recently become fascinated with the “Next Blog” button at the top of the screen. If you click on it, the magic little button sends you randomly to other turtles in the Realm of Blogspot. It’s like cultural roulette. So far I’ve seen a lot of pictures of kids under five, much self-involved whining (prolly wrt in txt spk), some porn, and more knitters than you would think. I’ve also found quite a few turtle wranglers who resemble my group of compatriots—artistic types shaping a little corner of self-expression in the great online universe.

This is nothing new, of course, I just happened to have discovered this new spin on channel surfing and feel I must share. My favorites tend to be the sites in a language other than mine. I’m convinced there is brilliance to be found there on the other side of the language barrier. Perhaps it’s just because I can’t immediately pinpoint the misspellings and grammatical flaws that leap towards me from the English turtles. I don’t judge, I just can’t help but see.

Anywho, my turtle safari has led me to add three new links: two sites of photos (one a solo effort, one a group) and a site that I believe is in Russian and appears to focus on the art of tying knots.

Fantastic.

The Missing Forty

Unbidden, unwieldy,
lugubriously begotten
sneak-thievery.
Slip-shod and heavy
more sidling than falling,
pressing, murkily compressing,
sandwiching
‘tween twilight’s doorjamb
and fantasy’s frayed hem.

It's not easy...

You Are a Green Crayon

Your world is colored in harmonious, peaceful, natural colors. While some may associate green with money, you are one of the least materialistic people around. Comfort is important to you. You like to feel as relaxed as possible - and you try to make others feel at ease. You're very happy with who you are, and it certainly shows! Your color wheel opposite is red. Every time you feel grounded, a red person does their best to shake you.

What Color Crayon Are You?