Crafting and Creating; Photography and Poetry
eyes to the heavens
mysteries to unravel
I went to the annual open house at the Allegheny Observatory this evening. This is the Thaw Memorial Refractor, a 47 foot long telescope with a 30 inch lens. It sits on a floating floor that felt like a boat deck. Sadly, there were storms this evening. During a break in the rain, my sister-in-law convinced the staff to crack the dome open for us, but they wouldn’t face the lens into the storms.
rhythm through the night
keeps time with the earth’s heartbeat
drumming by fire light
An unexpected surprise appeared in my inbox this week: “You have exceptional contributions to poets rally during week 49 to week 51, I am thrilled to know that Ava selects you as winners of The Perfect Poet Award for week 52.” Certainly one way to snap my attention back to blogging!
bold colored warning
foot stomp, handstand, waving tail
still, Stupid gets sprayed
Also submitted to Funny Bunny Fridays Week 4 at The Purple Treehouse.
winter’s white mantle
during the season of sleep
softest breath of wind
gentle touch waking the chimes
unseen shadow drawing near
a hunter’s patience
elixir of life
Of course, they had to change the name of the book to release it in the United States.
Publishing a couple hours early for
The Height of Haiku Challenge, Day 13 – Prompt #71 – Liberty
nine eleven fears
try to suffocate but still
Liberty flies free
furious flash flood
fountaining fear forth
Pittsburgh emergency responders throw a life vest to Robert Bailey, 80, who climbed onto the roof of his car after being caught in a flash flood, Friday, Aug. 19, 2011, in Pittsburgh.
Tribune Review, Chris Langer/AP Photo
My previous attempt at a single letter poem also used “F.”
Lacking a specific prompt from Haiku Heights, I went browsing through other meme/prompt sites looking for inspiration. The Jingle Poetry Community is one year old today! They are now located at The Gooseberry Gardens, where they still host a Poetry Picnic. The theme this week is “Summer Vacations, Grandparents, and Anniversaries.”
lifetime of details
shared by a storyteller
fireflies transformed by
midsummer’s magic moonlight
to fairy lanterns
the yearning begins
with gull cries and crashing waves
drawing me to sea
One of my favorite poems, for as long as I can remember, has always been “Sea Fever” by John Masefield. It brings back memories of both Star Trek (most of my childhood) and Wallops Island Marine Science Consortium, a place I truly love. And now I’m wishing for a salt breeze, the yearning begins …
secret hidden nook
place of quiet solitude
refuge from chaos
As a child, I had a special nook where I could escape from the hustle-bustle world. A stone ledge overlooked a small waterfall in the stream in the backyard. Off the beaten path, below the edge of the embankment, in a hollow of growing green, all sound drowned out by the rushing water, I could hide from the mundane world. The above photo is not my old retreat, but a fair approximation of that magical spot.
of moonlight on the water
September 5th, 5th day of the haiku challenge at Haiku Heights. Today’s prompt: “flourish”
writing becomes art
unknown plant growing
standing tall in my garden
are you weed or bloom?
I planted a little flower plot off the porch last year, using a “bird & butterfly” mixed seed bag. Some perennial, some annual, with varying bloom times throughout the summer. I have no idea what all is out there, which makes for some beautiful surprises. Can anyone identify my mystery flower in the photo?
The third edition of the Height of Haiku Challenge uses the prompt “Windmill.” Photo below taken by my boyfriend last year in Somerset County, the caption is very apropos. Used with permission.
mining town’s new view
windmills now line the ridges
above veins of coal