Note: I’m once again breaking my “wait two years before you repost something” rule. Apparently, the pandemic has turned me into a protocol rebel. (But not like those idiots with guns who are protesting at state capitals. I never want to be associated with that mess.) I stumbled across this poem in the archives, scribbled ALMOST two years ago, and I feel that it resonates, in a circular way, with today…
Frosted June – #1
She remembered the times
She remembered the places
Images, muted but sharp
Some trapped in never more
Others, perhaps once more
Ripples of seasons
Spreading out, fading
Stirred anew by other stones
Same as it never was
She drinks from cracked glasses
Smudged by the faded lips of others
Tasting the wine, savoring
Then she wipes her chin
And begins again, knowing
That Spring would bring
Another song to sing
But until then
She remembered
Previous Note: Claudette recently posted a collection of stunning photos, leading me to comment that each shot in the series would be a great intro for a blog piece. She gently challenged me to make of it what I could. This is the first effort…
Current Note: Checking the records (I’m obsessive when it comes to tracking spreadsheets) I see that I only converted three of Claudette’s delicious photos into blog posts. Methinks this is an outrage that requires rectification. You?
Future Note: “I just posted my 374th post inspired by Claudette. And I’m still just as giddy and satisfied as the first time.”