someone should whisper the names of the fallen ones…

Such a provocative line from Helen Burke’s poem about her auntie’s dog, the ‘black as black can be’ Flossie.   Flossie, you see, will whisper the names of the fallen creatures that the boys shoot during their hunt. Poignancy comes to life in contrast with cruelty. A birds falls from a nest.  Another flutters into… Continue Reading someone should whisper the names of the fallen ones…

11 December, a Monday

And a happy birthday to my sister.  Here she is at her first wedding. Today is her birthday and I texted her a Happy Birthday well-wish – unadorned except for a heart – and she responded a plain, ‘Thanks.’  Even if I’d followed this response with chit-chat I doubt that more about her day, her… Continue Reading 11 December, a Monday

ivy day, 10th of December

Let’s begin with ivy on a blue wall and celebrate finding ivy thoughts that wanders through our days…  And, perhaps, helps us find ourselves.  Ivy is persuasive, compliant and always roaming, seeking.  The blue wall remains blue as long as the ivy allows it.  Both need space to be seen. * In Response to a… Continue Reading ivy day, 10th of December

For the future 8 December

I’m getting a day start on tomorrow.  I will be busy in the morning and my loquaciousness ebbs as the sun moves along its wintry path. So… Hmm, most of life is learning what to call things.   See those faces hovering over you – mom, dad, perhaps the family dog.   This is why the onset… Continue Reading For the future 8 December