steeped in sequestration, segregation
from the fateful, faceless foe,
unreal shunts from normal,
Pervading every place
and sacred space
where voices are no longer raised
Inside, we shelter, seeking safety,
safely burrow’ing deep
tenuous, burst-able bubble.
Huddled close, yet ever distant,
shy away from
those we now need,
those who now need us
A solitary bloom
upright, soft and quiet on the sill,
Thin window pane away from fatal frost,
As if to say: Be gay – the chill will soon away,
Together here, we (surely) can survive
and strive to bloom
Photo Friday: #black_and_white
I republish this post, in consideration of the horrible actions and events of January 5th and retrospectively, in reconsideration of the sense of awe and respect I felt while standing beneath the dome. I couldn’t imagine that day, that one day there would be some who would not be similarly inspired.
Blooming outward, scrolls ‘tween swirls embed,
Simplicity of form each rounded side,
In shades of palest blue and pastel red,
Each going its own way yet unified.
Symbolic of the majesty it hides
beneath its vault, the chambers of our state,
Tempestuous tempers, diff’rences magnified,
But always striving to elucidate.
Through sessions bearing witness: freedom’s fate
enwrapped in fervent promises fulfilled,
‘t was touted loud – the people’s common slate,
Debated endlessly t’ward laws and bills.
This dome inspires all who pass beneath,
A prayer is raised for wisdom’s wreath bequeathed.
While en route to a Seton Hall – Georgetown game, we stopped at the Capitol. I was speechless viewing the dome, and thought how unifying it seemed. These days we need a unifying message. I hear it and I share it here.
Published: October 12, 2019
White, well mostly,
bright, as night recedes to dawn’s entreaties,
Resting, softly lain upon the tide-moist shore.
Grains of sudsy sand,
rushing, gushing in with shifting tides,
flinging, clinging grains between my toes.
Leaning closer still,
beneath the feather, delicate and clean,
I spy the remnants of a furious scene.
Each day, at break of sun,
the fluttering flocks dramatically compete,
completing nature’s vast dramatic scheme.
A snow-white feather,
ingeniously designed, balanced and sublime;
Awesome, grand, exquisitely Divine.
Photo Friday: #white
Today, I was reminded of our 2017 trip to Indianapolis to cheer on our Seton Hall Pirates as they challenged the Butler Bulldogs at Hinkle Fieldhouse. As we geared up for the big game, which our Pirates won in an exciting last second play, we spent the previous day visiting The Indianapolis Speedway. I’d not been much of a NASCAR fan, but a drive around the historic track and the visit to the museum afterwards, gave me a new and totally unexpected perspective. I use this week’s Photo Friday theme (#car) as an opportunity to share a few of the gorgeous beauties we saw that day.
Photo Friday: #Car
Having just returned from a walk in my garden, I grabbed a vase, filled it with water and placed my harvest (two Lilies of the Valley) into the vase.
Then I saw it!
The beauty of the flower sprigs notwithstanding, before my eyes was a miniature artistic marvel: capturing the vista of tall oaks stretching toward the cerulean blue sky, reflected and re-reflected in fine-point detail.
I was focused on the lilies and nearly missed the bigger picture, and the revelation that each is an exquisite masterpiece of God’s creation.
Photo Friday: #glass
sun-risen summer shores
were dressed to kill, but now
lie gray and chilled
by high surf’s crashing, glancing blows.
I spy from window’s sill.
lie there, to be ensnared
at water’s edge, if not delayed,
waylaid or swayed
by bed sheets’ soft entreat:
Forego the beach – surcease!
Instead I rise and shine,
to seize the sand scape scene,
agleam and cleaned
by tides receding, there I’m greeting
Another spectacular sunrise at Cape May – an autumnal reminder of summer’s end. Dawn was breaking when I asked myself if it was worth leaving the comfy bed at the Peter Shields Inn, to brave the morning chill. As these photos indicate, sunrise with the sea gulls is always worth it!
The unwrit page
lies blank, unmarred
by words expressing nothing,
or maybe something daft,
A stoppered voice,
in this confined space, unheard,
and in its place,
the blank and empty face
A toe dipped cautiously
into the placid lake
of my mind.
to sing, to loud opine,
To give it voice,
that still, small voice,
From here, we thought we knew where blue sky met
the ever stolid earth terrain below,
Sun rays break through wisps one can’t forget,
Each day unique, and ne’er a hint of snow.
From here, each new horizon seemed to show
If troubles or fair weather lay ahead,
Red skies or not, we’d plan, then off we’d go,
Without a second thought of fear or dread.
From here, these near horizons formed a thread
of fortunes to be won, or games well-played,
But blinded by its light, we were misled,
We failed to know, we were in retrograde.
We long for days of innocence and calm,
Up here, afar from earth, a silent balm.
Photo a Friday: #horizon
Horizon is defined as “…the line where the earth seems to meet the sky : the apparent junction of earth and sky.” (Merriam-Webster). And that apparent junction is viewer-dependent. These days, our horizons, both literal and implied, appear to be limited and often misleading. But up here, soaring over the Grand Canyon, our horizons can appear to be limitless – a soothing, hopeful thought and welcomed respite from these troubling times.
It’s all a blur, a caravan of days
and endless nights of faceless frights,
When did it begin; when will we phase
Into a healing call: emerge to light?
Acceptance comes, though focus isn’t right,
We turn to note the beauty ‘fore our eyes,
Observe instead the detail in our sights,
Perspective dawns, our goals are crystallized.
I should have known, and yet I was surprised,
In brilliant sharpness, camera shadows tell,
The greenery and buds are but disguised,
Still there to see within our bubble shell.
A photo frame of shadows, dark and light,
Grants clarity and hope; we’ll be alright.
Capture 52 – Week 20: Minimalist
I posted this photo in response to this week’s photo challenge, which inspired my thoughts on the forced isolation and uncertainty imposed on us by COVID19. I realized that in our constant emphasis on what we’ve lost, those things we took for granted that now seem a blur. We may be failing to appreciate all that we’ve gained; solitude, simplicity, serenity. This shadow of a single flower, cast upon a rather ordinary flower pot, spoke to me.
This day, this oft-ignored escape, this place
The nascent dawn breathes calm and dewy chill,
I’m beckoned, enter in this backyard space,
By fluttering finches: “Come, enjoin the trill!”
Sudden scramble – feeders newly filled,
Squirrels resume their tussling, chipmunks fussing
Scurry scuffling soon erupts anew,
Cooing mourning doves renew their fluttering.
Lachrymose and languid, whispered utterings,
Consolations ease our troubled minds,
And all the while the waning moon hangs, hovering,
Silently observing humankind.
The ever constant moon, when spied at dawn,
Reminding: “Don’t be blue…just carry on.”
March 28, 2020
Today, my daughter got married.
It was a rainy, otherwise depressing day, but today, my daughter got married.
It wasn’t a typical catered affair, with florists, musicians, and photographers, as she’d planned so many months ago. The statewide shutdown made that impossible. Even the last minute plan to wed outdoors, overlooking her parents’ backyard, was foiled by chilling rains that drenched the beribboned makeshift aisle.
Instead, she and her beloved joined hands and hearts in the family room of her childhood home – our home. Her sons gave her away, and we, her parents, bore witness. In keeping with the spirit of social distancing, there were no invited guests.
I’d crocheted a wedding shawl to accompany her lovely bridal dress, but the modified dress code was PJs and slippers. The lacy shawl will be set aside for another day. The flowers were arranged by Mom (me) and the furniture was arranged (and rearranged) by Dad. Her bridal bouquet was a single yellow, long-stemmed rose and Somewhere Over the Rainbow was her entrance anthem, as she walked arm in arm with her sons.
It was unpredictable, spontaneous and a bit chaotic. And yet, it was the most sincere expression of commitment, love and hope in the future…yes…even in these days of viral foreboding…that I’ve ever seen.
I shed a few tears of joy.
Today, my daughter got married.