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Saturday, May 20, 2006
Friday, May 19, 2006
Rainy Day
This rainy weather is making me crazy! ;)
Rainy Day
Rainy
Isolation
River inundating
Roaring sea not to be ignored
Tidal
Copyright 2006 JO Janoski
Thursday, May 18, 2006
The Photographer
Okay, so it's still raining! Since doing outdoor photography is impossible today. Here's a poem instead! ;) It is a cinquain, according to form, with 2, 4, 6, 8, 2 syllables in five lines.
The Photographer
Mind's eye
Ribbon unfurls
Revealing misty earth
Colors colliding with black lines
of truth.
Copyright 2006 JO Janoski
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Monday, May 15, 2006
The Writer... a poem about the experience, such as it is...
The Writer
Pursuit
Black Ink Abyss
Iron-cloaked scribe
My pen issues gray hollow flow
of words.
White Blast
Passion discharged
Released in sonic boom
Shooting inspiration bullets
in verse.
Copyright 2006 JO Janoski
Couple stung by second beehive theft
Couple stung by second beehive theft - Pittsburgh Tribune-Review
You have to wonder why someone would steal a beehive...???
You have to wonder why someone would steal a beehive...???
Saturday, May 13, 2006
Friday, May 12, 2006
Hi Babe is Terror Message
Looks like lovers will have to be careful how they express themselves after these terrorists in Australia so they don't call attention to themselves. So much for sweet phrases of love!
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Resident Wrens
We have two tiny wrens who take up housekeeping every May in two birdhouses on our front porch, built just for them, I might add.
We first noticed the wrens years ago when my husband found birds nesting in a hanging basket on the porch. He set about to the task of building the birdhouses from scratch, work which he enjoys. But I'm certain he also wanted the birds out of his greenery.
They are bold little creatures. Each time one of us, including the dog, steps out on the porch, he is greeted with a tsunami of squawks and squeals big enough to knock a person off his feet. You can see the tiny scoundrels, beaks wide open, in the rhododendron next to the porch, so we know who is doing all the yelling. ;) The wrens have no fear of us big old lumbering humans.
What I am still trying to figure out is, how can such a tiny bird have such a BIG chirp!
We first noticed the wrens years ago when my husband found birds nesting in a hanging basket on the porch. He set about to the task of building the birdhouses from scratch, work which he enjoys. But I'm certain he also wanted the birds out of his greenery.
They are bold little creatures. Each time one of us, including the dog, steps out on the porch, he is greeted with a tsunami of squawks and squeals big enough to knock a person off his feet. You can see the tiny scoundrels, beaks wide open, in the rhododendron next to the porch, so we know who is doing all the yelling. ;) The wrens have no fear of us big old lumbering humans.
What I am still trying to figure out is, how can such a tiny bird have such a BIG chirp!
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
To Sharon
Life goes round, Sharon, dear
Swirling in constant motion
Til new beginnings reappear
Life fills with smiles while joy is near
Til Fate offers up new emotions
Life goes round, Sharon, dear
Shadows fall while grief lurks near
While Life again stirs its motion
Til new beginnings reappear
During the darkness, Light is near
Waiting with brand new notions
Life goes round, Sharon, dear
Dance in the Light, Sharon, dear
Through these darkest emotions
Til new beginnings reappear
Forging a Life without fear
Of the dark and its bleak notions
Life goes round, Sharon, dear
Til new beginnings reappear
Swirling in constant motion
Til new beginnings reappear
Life fills with smiles while joy is near
Til Fate offers up new emotions
Life goes round, Sharon, dear
Shadows fall while grief lurks near
While Life again stirs its motion
Til new beginnings reappear
During the darkness, Light is near
Waiting with brand new notions
Life goes round, Sharon, dear
Dance in the Light, Sharon, dear
Through these darkest emotions
Til new beginnings reappear
Forging a Life without fear
Of the dark and its bleak notions
Life goes round, Sharon, dear
Til new beginnings reappear
Sunday, May 07, 2006
May Flowers
I love these wildflowers that roll across our lawn every May. I have only just discovered exactly what they are--Bluets/Quaker-ladies. You can read about them at westernpawildflowers.com.
May Sings
May sings in the morning
in an air ringing clear.
Birds pipe in the chorus,
in diamond drops of cheer.
Grass sparkling with sunshine
blazing a trail of gold
in lacy patches flowing
through leafy branches bold.
Emerging from the grass,
blue twinkles so sublime.
Tiny bluets cluster
in May, a magic time.
The blueness of the flowers
The soft green of the grass
So delicate, so musical,
May's sparkle bound to last.
Copyright JO Janoski
May Sings
May sings in the morning
in an air ringing clear.
Birds pipe in the chorus,
in diamond drops of cheer.
Grass sparkling with sunshine
blazing a trail of gold
in lacy patches flowing
through leafy branches bold.
Emerging from the grass,
blue twinkles so sublime.
Tiny bluets cluster
in May, a magic time.
The blueness of the flowers
The soft green of the grass
So delicate, so musical,
May's sparkle bound to last.
Copyright JO Janoski
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Lilies of the Valley
I'm testing my new flickr account, posting from there. We have a huge patch of lilies of the valley in our front yard. I love their syrupy scent and the green curving leaves that wrap around sweet little white flowers. Lilies of the valley are my favorite flowers which seems appropriate since they are the flower for May birthdays, and my birthday is in May!
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
The times sure have changed...
The times sure have changed...I was at the hospital today. I should begin by mentioning I worked in a hospital 30 years ago. In those days, I remember only a couple "codes" for the intercom--Code red for a fire, code blue for a cardiac arrest. Nowadays, they have a code gray for a disaster (not specified what type of disaster, leading one to wonder); code pink for child abduction; code yellow for a bomb; code red for a cardiac arrest and code blue for something ambiguously dangerous...I forget now what word they used--let's just call it a really bad event like a terrorist attack or something. All indicating the world's become a dangerous place.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Glimpses of people in poetry...
Glimpses of people in poetry...
The Teacher
Steel ice
Eyes shoot lightning
Taps her wooden pointer
Demanding complete attention
Teacher
* * *
The Huckster
Whoa here!
Grizzled fellow
Hawking fresh tomatoes
From a screaming dented red truck
Near you
* * *
Copyright 2006 JO Janoski
The Teacher
Steel ice
Eyes shoot lightning
Taps her wooden pointer
Demanding complete attention
Teacher
* * *
The Huckster
Whoa here!
Grizzled fellow
Hawking fresh tomatoes
From a screaming dented red truck
Near you
* * *
Copyright 2006 JO Janoski
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