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NAP2614
Master Cruncher Joined: Mar 27, 2007 Post Count: 2546 Status: Offline Project Badges:
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Economics
----------------------------------------Victoria Redel, 1959 There were strollers, outgrown, circulated till a wheel fell off. Anna’s infant RockaRoo went to Francesca then to Sophia who gave it back to Anna when she had the twins. Travel cribs traveled between homes and the green vest Sophia knitted for Ming’s first was worn by all the next babies. Onesies, drawstring gowns, snap-legged overalls, snowsuits, sweatpants, jeans, t-shirts, jumpers, all sorted, washed, boxed then sent on till they were sorted, washed, boxed and sent again. Pj’s worn to that silkiest perfection, then worn wholly through, reluctantly tossed. A blue dress with applique lilacs was the favorite of each girl and who knew where the velvet blazer came from, but it did the job for more than one holiday concert. ![]() |
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bjbdbest
Master Cruncher Joined: May 11, 2007 Post Count: 2333 Status: Offline Project Badges:
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wordless// a summary of summer
-----------------------------------------Jireh Hong how do you draw a daydream and color the sounds of laughter blue expect me to walk on unseen tightropes, put this confusion into words, and patch up my past so that it seems good as new? been in a desert for some months now ever since i got back from the future, i thought what i saw in the mirror before would look better different, like a me two point oh though instead I was more like the "Oh," children say with a disappointed sigh and shrug when they rip open wrappers and expect to find toys but instead get hand me downs from their older cousins. needless to say I wasn't even back to square one; no my feet stood stiffly on a handpainted red zero the past sixty-something days after that was somehow bliss, seeing faces you don't see everyday and going on spontaneous road trips, I liked that best: going away. until those faces became familiar and then they had to leave I hated that most: going away. during those times it was unbelievably sunny, like the sun decided to up his game a little bit this year and throw in more heat but yesterday, it hid behind the clouds and cried until it soaked roads, buildings, and bridges. summer is part over and it's rainy now, yet I'm still stuck inching forward, jumping back, and my arms are hurting from straining to keep my head focused on what's ahead note to self: let go. I hope the heart of my brain remembers that |
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bjbdbest
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A Minor Poet
----------------------------------------- Stephen Vincent Benét I am a shell. From me you shall not hear The splendid tramplings of insistent drums, The orbed gold of the viol’s voice that comes, Heavy with radiance, languorous and clear. Yet, if you hold me close against the ear, A dim, far whisper rises clamorously, The thunderous beat and passion of the sea, The slow surge of the tides that drown the mere. Others with subtle hands may pluck the strings, Making even Love in music audible, And earth one glory. I am but a shell That moves, not of itself, and moving sings; Leaving a fragrance, faint as wine new-shed, A tremulous murmur from great days long dead. |
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David Autumns
Ace Cruncher UK Joined: Nov 16, 2004 Post Count: 11062 Status: Offline Project Badges:
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This one by Stephen has followed me in my thoughts
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David Autumns
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It's the month of moon which rhymes with june - no got that wrong
----------------------------------------So, for starters The moon over Bolton Abbey half an hour ago Moonlight Serenade I stand at your gate And the song that I sing is of moonlight I stand and I wait For the touch of your hand in the June night The roses are sighing a moonlight serenade The stars are aglow And tonight how their light sets me dreaming My love, do you know That your eyes are like stars brightly beaming I sing you and I bring you a moonlight serenade Let us stray 'til break of day In love's valley of dreams Just you and I, a summer sky A heavenly breeze kissing the trees So don't let me wait Come to me tenderly in the June night I stand at your gate And I sing you a song in the moonlight A love song, my darling, a moonlight serenade ![]() |
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alged
Master Cruncher FRANCE Joined: Jun 12, 2009 Post Count: 2369 Status: Offline Project Badges:
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THKS to remind us that love song
----------------------------------------Apart the Moon a legendary couple is still visible in our night skies in June:Jupiter and Venus They’ll appear in your evening sky throughout June 2015, and they’ll be drawing closer together each evening! Love and enjoy. ![]() |
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bjbdbest
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Dave - Such beautiful lyrics to a romantic, classical song!
---------------------------------------- Moon River Jupiter and Venus - how very interesting - thanks for the heads up, alged! |
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NAP2614
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Let Evening Come
----------------------------------------By Jane Kenyon Let the light of late afternoon shine through chinks in the barn, moving up the bales as the sun moves down. Let the cricket take up chafing as a woman takes up her needles and her yarn. Let evening come. Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned in long grass. Let the stars appear and the moon disclose her silver horn. Let the fox go back to its sandy den. Let the wind die down. Let the shed go black inside. Let evening come. To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop in the oats, to air in the lung let evening come. Let it come, as it will, and don’t be afraid. God does not leave us comfortless, so let evening come. ![]() |
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bjbdbest
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I find this poem by Jane Kenyon rather sad. There's double meaning to "Let Evening Come".
----------------------------------------Realistically it denotes nature's order of things. She's aware that darkness decends but finds some solace as her last stanza indicates. Day turns to night as life itself comes to an end. Thus she faces the inevitable with acceptance and grace. “The moving hand once having writ moves on. Nor all thy piety nor wit can lure it back to cancel half a line.” - Omas Khayyam |
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David Autumns
Ace Cruncher UK Joined: Nov 16, 2004 Post Count: 11062 Status: Offline Project Badges:
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E6JUILG34aU
----------------------------------------2 drifters off to to see the world There's such a lot of world to see we're after the same rainbow's end waiting round the bend my Huckleberry friend Moonriver and me ![]() this evening ![]() [Edit 1 times, last edit by David Autumns at Jun 2, 2015 11:49:15 PM] |
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