I am SO CLOSE to finishing things. And why am I not finished? I have pink eye and am home with plenty of time.

Instead this form of poetry is called a pantoum:

Bridge over the Bay

We don't like it but we pay
A $3 toll before we ride,
Taking the bridge over the bay.
We love to see the herons glide.

A $3 toll before we ride!
It's annoying but we pay.
We love to see the herons glide
When we take the bridge across the bay.

Labels: pantoum

 Galatea is not one for posing. She is quite nosey though,

My new clothesline. What is wrong here? Why are those bushes taking up the space my sheets would like to hang? Anyway, the nice man at Ace Hardware in Bluewater Bay told me the best way to attach a clothesline to a tree is to wrap the line around the tree twice. Don't damage the tree, he said, by driving in a nail. Seems to work .. as far as I can tell .. since I can only use part of the line for now.

And this poetry form is called a villanelle. There are really charming ones out there by famous poets so I made my own.

Labels: villanelle

What is the weight of quietly waiting?

How long are my hands to hold this strange thing?

Patience, a burden, anticipating

That for which I wait, the winds will not bring.

What is the cost of silently longing?

Disappointment relentlessly follows

My steps and turns, so easily wronging,

Never to have. Love hides in the shadows.

The cost is too dear; the weight is too great.

I must let go this ridiculous dream.

There are things to do, not just sit and wait

I refuse to give you my self-esteem.

You are a wonder but no more than I

To my self I grant the freedom to fly.

Labels: \, disappointment, poetry, sonnet

Finished today! Cascase Heritage handpainted 9905 Desert Adobe. Made for a size 11 man.

Bought the yarn at Unwind in Ft Walton Beach.

and I've been writing

Words of Love

I hurl obscenities at you. I swear
on random days to catch you by surprise.
That I adore you I will not lay bare.
Thoughts of love I must harbor and disguise.

My accusations are entirely nil
Created for effect and nothing more.
Vile words .. and still I expect your goodwill
through this pretense. I fear what I adore.

And though at will I behave so rudely,
Turning it around is not permitted.
You must hold your tongue, sweetly and shrewdly.
Copy not the crimes I have committed.

Wretched words surround me like a prison.
I elude. My love is never hidden.

Here's a randomish quote from a book I was reading last night, Wise Children by Angela Carter.

"Nostalgia, the vice of the aged. We watch so many old movies our memories come out in monochrome."

Labels: Cascade Heritage, knitting socks, poetry, sonnet, Unwind