Tag: Fine Days
Is as far as I can see all there is?Will fair winds favor us now?As we follow the ocean onward and onward. Smell the sea and feel the sky, sail on by Moonwashed Musings.
Somewhere Always Leaving Arriving
Deconstruction imploding outside textonly alone standing alonedominating the subversive paradigmthe chords are allone song without beginningwithout ending without finalitysearching further transformation andputting pieces back together. Coming to everywhere at Reena’s Exploration site.
Spring edgingbudding-buds, peeping hyacinthbreezes speaking languages having, momentarily, no word for damage. To the survivors at Eugi’s Causerie
Sleep dawns indusk draws upthis endless foginhabits our dayswe bathe inbrief warm sun-breaks.Moss and lichenscoat the treesrobins and hummingbirdspeck at berries. Across the blue marble to Eugi’s Causerie
In our bookon the mapfor some recordmaking final cutlettered and degreedgold plaque etcheddecorated with trophiesfull name creditedtrue weight medalledasterisked, indexed, footnotedsound a gong!To yet more folly among clay between ashes. Motivation sponsored by Eugi’s Causerie, for all of your Causerie needs, visit Eugi’s one and only. And a little inspiration from mb of Words Less…
It’s a Frog’s Life
The rooster says it’s 7 a.m. and I don’t care; I’m just a happy frog looking at frog photos in my frog photo book, I don’t care; the alarm was set for 4:48 a.m. says the rooster, as if I cared; look at that frog on a VW camper van, I’m going to get one…
The succulent is blossoming alongside the front stepsa new coat of paint made the deck look good, for another yearre-potting our Mister Lincoln thorn bush seems to have turned it aroundthere was no line at the oil change place and they didn’t try to up-sell wiper bladesyour mother called to say hello and had no…
Three Fine Days
It’s Fine Today (3rd Stanza – by Douglas Malloch) It’s today that I am livin’,Not a month ago.Havin’; losin’; takin’; givin’;As time wills it so.Yesterday a cloud of sorrowFell across the way,It may rain again tomorrow,It may rain — but say,Ain’t it fine today?
Another Fine day
It’s Find Today (Stanza 2nd – by Douglas Malloch) What’s the use of always weepin’,Making trouble last?What’s the use of always keepin’Thinkin’ of the past?Each must have his tribulation —Water with his wine;Life, it ain’t no celebration,Trouble? — I’ve had mine —But today is fine!
One Fine Day
It’s Fine Today (1st Stanza – by Douglas Malloch) Sure, this world is full of troubleI ain’t said it ain’t.Lord, I’ve had enough and doubleReason for complaint;Rain and storm have come to fret me,Skies are often gray;Thorns and brambles have beset meOn the road — but say,Ain’t it fine today?