Words, Words
Sluicing? Donsie?
Feign to understand them.
Quasitum to bilk the twaddle.
What birr!
9/2/09
8/28/09
Simone's Sonnet
The following sonnet was inspired by Tim Nuveen's collection called Sonnets and Mixed Blessings, (c) 2005. I almost stayed up all night putting pen to paper...what a joy!
A sonnet my dear is a playful art
Wistful ideas and cogent twaddle
Bring on Shakespeare for a clever battle
Sure to bring laughter before you depart
Are you witty, quick with your mind and tongue,
Or do you frown, toss the text and rewrite
And succumb to the pain of writer's plight?
Be frank and welcome the friends you're among
Sonnets mind you can also be spiteful
Shakespeare could brood or lighten with his wit
Charming or caustic, whatever mood fit
His dexterity--simply delightful
Come sit yourself down and join the writing
With Shakespeare as guide, it's so inviting
(c)2008 Simone Ramel
A sonnet my dear is a playful art
Wistful ideas and cogent twaddle
Bring on Shakespeare for a clever battle
Sure to bring laughter before you depart
Are you witty, quick with your mind and tongue,
Or do you frown, toss the text and rewrite
And succumb to the pain of writer's plight?
Be frank and welcome the friends you're among
Sonnets mind you can also be spiteful
Shakespeare could brood or lighten with his wit
Charming or caustic, whatever mood fit
His dexterity--simply delightful
Come sit yourself down and join the writing
With Shakespeare as guide, it's so inviting
(c)2008 Simone Ramel
White Light of Peace
My heart aches
My soul hungry
For truth to color the grey of my emptiness
Radiant sun to brighten the dull hue of sadness
Beautiful breezes to whirl away my crying spirit
Moving me closer to the white light of peace
(c) 2009, Simone Ramel
My soul hungry
For truth to color the grey of my emptiness
Radiant sun to brighten the dull hue of sadness
Beautiful breezes to whirl away my crying spirit
Moving me closer to the white light of peace
(c) 2009, Simone Ramel
Porcelain Tears
Your tears
Like fine porcelain
Hidden behind glass
Heart pains
Felt in your stomach
Inside, never relax
A love
Deep in your heart
So often, held back
Flow tears
Stream
Down your face
Your chance
Now
To let go
(c) Simone Ramel
Like fine porcelain
Hidden behind glass
Heart pains
Felt in your stomach
Inside, never relax
A love
Deep in your heart
So often, held back
Flow tears
Stream
Down your face
Your chance
Now
To let go
(c) Simone Ramel
The Glass
I peer into this glass and reflect upon the times when as a child I peered into my father's glass--trying to see through the the dark, red wine---wondering what it would be like to be older, smarter, wiser.
I see now as I believe I saw then---life is like a mosaic mirror---a myriad of experiences leaving me in constant reflection. I am older and perhaps wiser, but is it truly possible to understand the complexities of life?
(c) Simone Ramel
I see now as I believe I saw then---life is like a mosaic mirror---a myriad of experiences leaving me in constant reflection. I am older and perhaps wiser, but is it truly possible to understand the complexities of life?
(c) Simone Ramel
Musing about cancer
My father was diagnosed with Stage IV lung cancer in September of 2002 and passed away from Pneumonia in February of 2005. Currently, I have a few friends dealing with cancer of various forms and it leads me to ruminate about my past experience.....a difficult time, but I learned a lot.
A cancer diagnosis affects all those closest to the patient who received the diagnosis. What we all may forget is that a whole range of emotions are experienced by every single person who loves and cares for the patient. I learned that very quickly.
I'll be straightforward since this topic tends to be avoided---the thought of the death of a loved one is devastating and brings on tremendous bouts of fear and a slew of other emotions. I specifically mention it because I was given a book by a friend called "Talking about Death Won't Kill You." It's a powerful book that I highly recommend. This book (along with a few others) helped me deal with my emotions, gave me a new perspective, encouraged new communication with my father, and most of all, instilled in me a renewed strength to trust myself and my commitment of positive energy and hope for my father.
No one had any idea of my father's prognosis in terms of time. I decided to remain positive and realistic at the same time. It is possible. You hope for the best outcome and sincerely believe in it, and at the same time, you don't live in denial---you are just more accepting and trusting of the future. This helped me balance my mixed bag of emotions and have energy for my father, and at the same time, it helped me help my father do the same.
I did not live at home at the time, but when I visited, I saw that my mother was becoming very stressed and burdened by all the added pressures of being a caregiver. She was an angel for my father, truly. I needed to remind her that she had to get out and do things for herself and specifically get together with friends---whether she was in the mood or not. She needed to do this for herself and for my father.
I also had to remind myself of the same things. We often don't "see" the build-up of our own stressors and fear. We must be reminded to take care of ourselves in the midst of these mixed emotions and it isn't as easy as it sounds.
My father experienced all these things and much, much more, so it became an education on compassion for the entire family. I learned that I had to breathe deeply at least 5, 6 or a dozen times, and feel a deep compassion for everyone, including myself. I still have to remind myself since life and some of these emotions can hit me broadside now and again.
A cancer diagnosis affects all those closest to the patient who received the diagnosis. What we all may forget is that a whole range of emotions are experienced by every single person who loves and cares for the patient. I learned that very quickly.
I'll be straightforward since this topic tends to be avoided---the thought of the death of a loved one is devastating and brings on tremendous bouts of fear and a slew of other emotions. I specifically mention it because I was given a book by a friend called "Talking about Death Won't Kill You." It's a powerful book that I highly recommend. This book (along with a few others) helped me deal with my emotions, gave me a new perspective, encouraged new communication with my father, and most of all, instilled in me a renewed strength to trust myself and my commitment of positive energy and hope for my father.
No one had any idea of my father's prognosis in terms of time. I decided to remain positive and realistic at the same time. It is possible. You hope for the best outcome and sincerely believe in it, and at the same time, you don't live in denial---you are just more accepting and trusting of the future. This helped me balance my mixed bag of emotions and have energy for my father, and at the same time, it helped me help my father do the same.
I did not live at home at the time, but when I visited, I saw that my mother was becoming very stressed and burdened by all the added pressures of being a caregiver. She was an angel for my father, truly. I needed to remind her that she had to get out and do things for herself and specifically get together with friends---whether she was in the mood or not. She needed to do this for herself and for my father.
I also had to remind myself of the same things. We often don't "see" the build-up of our own stressors and fear. We must be reminded to take care of ourselves in the midst of these mixed emotions and it isn't as easy as it sounds.
My father experienced all these things and much, much more, so it became an education on compassion for the entire family. I learned that I had to breathe deeply at least 5, 6 or a dozen times, and feel a deep compassion for everyone, including myself. I still have to remind myself since life and some of these emotions can hit me broadside now and again.
8/18/09
Silly Little Fly
In honor of Mary Howitt's poem "The Spider and the Fly, a Fable." Mary Howitt lived from 1799-1888.
A spider and a fly
One day did pass me by
One flitting hither
The other crawling nither
One did not see the other
But soon fell upon each other
Spider in its corner sly
Eyeing the silly little fly
I'm all for spiders I must proclaim
Eating flies must be a wondrous game
Let them feast 'til time stands still
States the messenger, the Whip-poor-will
~(c) Simone Ramel
A spider and a fly
One day did pass me by
One flitting hither
The other crawling nither
One did not see the other
But soon fell upon each other
Spider in its corner sly
Eyeing the silly little fly
I'm all for spiders I must proclaim
Eating flies must be a wondrous game
Let them feast 'til time stands still
States the messenger, the Whip-poor-will
~(c) Simone Ramel
Pat Winters Nests
I can't resist starting my blog with Pat Winter's inspiration sent to me via Gerry Kreuger's Olderrose Blog Site. What a great way to connect to beautiful art and creativity! Check it out:
http://gatherings100.blogspot.com/search/label/nest%20giveaway
http://gatherings100.blogspot.com/search/label/nest%20giveaway
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