Two ancient green papers thin
Spidery cobwebbed palms
Delicate talon hooked digits
Weaving lace
Exquisite
Gossamer
Whisper
Wafer
Thin

Astride full throttled boat
Gliding playfully in deep blue
Competing with deeper blue above
We landed
On the island
Where time
Stood still
History
Centuries
Unthawed

Ginger bread house
Multi hued unsubtle
Framed in doorway
With cucumber innards
As a Still life
Posed
an industrious
Lace maker
Nonna

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fotos from internet- we visited Burano, Italy in ’07 and picture is imprinted in my head

Misty Musings

Washed by the soft golden light of dawn
Rinsed to sparkle by erring cloudlet in morn
Peals of happy-go-lucky laughter abound
Grandpa’s house echoed such gleeful sounds


Deeply embedded in halcyon days of summer
Golden months away from home sans murmur
Kite flying and exploration is every dark cranny
Ever chided and cajoled by a frail doting granny



Those horse and buggy rides to the park
Rivalry with cousins and siblings sparks
Amidst sounds of cow moos n mews n barks
Always on the lookout for more daring larks

Bitten by the muse held many impromptu shows
Amidst sudden outbursts of furious raging rows
Calming gentler tones of elders to mollify n cow
All come rushing to fore in pleasurable waves now!!
Those lazy crazy days of gone by summers
Knock on memory’s door in soft murmurs
Foggy mind n misty eyes recall times sublime
If only we could go back in time often times
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(picture by Komlet)

Breathless  Exhilaration

Unfolding vista sublime
Banishing sense of time

Glacial pristine quilted throws
Grey silt waters and icy floes

Snow capped ranging mountain heads
White silhouettes midst blues and reds

Awesome brown grizzlies n black bears
Romping Orcas whales n dolphin mares

Porpoise, sea otters, walrus seals wading birds
All edging nudging vying for attention in herds

Mighty moose, caribou, gray wolf  and Dall sheep
Bald eagles, owls, gulls chattering squirrels creep

Fantastic wildlife, birds, spawning salmon runs
Native folklore, totems poles with nights- none!!!

Breathless we craved for more sans masks
Nature purifying spirits  to core, no mean task!

Leaving us
 Breathless
Exhilerated
Wanting
More
    N
     more

The love Letter!!

Why oh why my heart decried
Seared burnt painfully fried

Waltzing away abruptly, no inkling
Breaking my heart, blood congealing

Listless confused I pitifully blunder
Blissfully loving, I let you plunder

You showered love drenching full measure
All delirious moments in thy arms, I treasure

This sudden withdrawal leaves me shattered
Bewildered I relive all moments that mattered

Why oh why my heart decried
Seared and burnt painfully fried

Who loves so wholeheartedly then walks away, I say!
Blasphemy it is and a black day for all lovers if I may

Thus heartbroken I agitate and cogitate senselessly
Seeking needle of why in love haystack feverishly

Distracted by door chimes I hasten barefoot downstairs
Courier delivers Valentine Roses amidst envious stares

Pounding heart I skip upstairs tearing envelope in haste
Healing words soothe and assuage all pain I did taste

Sweetheart  I had to beat a painful retreat to test our love
True love dictated before tying love knot of us two doves

Duly tested, love shone through bright as a newly minted coin
Forward steps retreated, dancing in tune joyfully to forever join

Love sweet love tested tried finally won and came home
Rejoicing ever after on Valentine’ Day, amen, ohm, shalom.

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There is only one situation I can think of in which men and
women make an effort to read better than they usually do.
It is when they are in love and reading a love letter.
Mortimer Adler  American, Philosopher

**Come out of the circle of time / And into the circle of love.
**Pilgrimage to the place of the wise is to find escape from
    the flame of separateness.
**Only from the heart Can you touch the sky.
**Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absent-minded. Someone
    sober will worry about events going badly. Let the lover be.
** The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you,
     not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet
     somewhere. They’re in each other all along.
** This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred
     veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally,
     to take a step without feet.
Jalal ud-Din Rumi

(picture from internet- Raja Ravi Varma’s Love Letter)

Let us hug joyously and recollect and reminisce
Going back in time when we were mostly in bliss

Those glittering halcyon days of endless summers
Hastily eaten food, finished homework without a murmur

Dirty smeared faces, torn shirts, bruised knees n runny nose
Jumping jacks and marbles, ball games n snaky garden hose

Bitter doses of cold medicines, gulped hastily before yummy sweets
Chills and fevers ignored impatiently hearing pied piper’s drumbeat 

Sneaking out like a ninja, palpitating heart in mouth, clenched firmly
Tiptoeing down the creaking staircase, ears perked askance warily

It was all such a hoot and we had lots of fun n enjoyment galore
Recollecting still gives me joy, bringing past thrills to the fore

Those rented bike rides, seated together we were a singing duo
Umbrella’s turning inside out drenching as we rode like an arrow 

Come on old friend, let us hook up and meet
Capture old memories after each other greet

Let us hug joyously and recollect and reminisce
Going back in time when we were usually in bliss

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 ”Those Lazy Hazy Crazy Days of Summer”  
-artist: nat king cole
-peak billboard position # 6 in 1963
-words by charles tobias and music by hans carste

Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer

Just fill your basket full of sandwiches and weenies
Then lock the house up, now youre set
And on the beach youll see the girls in their bikinis
As cute as ever but they never get em wet

Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Youll wish that summer could always be here

Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer

Dont hafta tell a girl and fella about a drive-in
Or some romantic moon it seems
Right from the moment that those lovers start arrivin
Youll see more kissin <wolf whistle> in the cars than on the screen

Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Youll wish that summer could always be here

Youll wish that summer could always be here
Youll wish that summer could always be here

There are wished for trips that our fancies capture
For wonderful spots, manmade or carved by nature

Having traveled far with aching limbs n lightened purse
I now rock in armchair reminiscing, while joints I nurse

My other trips are GUILTY ones binging on chocolates sinful
Feeling sheepishly happy, angry with self guilt ridden then joyful!

Next, is my EGO trip when I feel superior and better then others
This one can roller coast me downhill n my conscience smother

Next in line are MEMORY trips that can be triggered any time
Reliving meaningful happy sad moments, as I do give a dime

Then come REPENTENCE trips when I feel sorry for being mean n bad
Yet seesawing and careening on this trip I feel incorrigibly rather glad

Finally the DAYDEAM trips when I imagine myself in shoes of another
A moon walker, a mountain climber, writer, cool dignified striking avtar!!

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People get really caught up in their own trips. -Max Cannon American, Artist

This is the great fault of wine; it first trips up the feet: it is a cunning wrestler.
Titus Maccius Plautus Roman, Poet

Virtue often trips n falls over the sharp edge of poverty. -Eugene Sue French, Novelist

Trips to the dentist – I like to postpone that kind of thing. -Johnny Depp  Actor

Never go on trips with anyone you do not love. -Ernest Hemingway American Novelist

She loved to sketch, paint and etch
Coloring her world with colors n such
Moods made them molten, intense much

Art and activism wise she was straight as an arrow
In these she knew her mind right through her marrow
All else made her heart flutter like a sparrow

She said words that were quite pleasing but light
Her promises were empty, such was her plight
She was often flaky and shaky, try as she might

She changed coloring to suit current company
Becoming charming or brash or downright funny
Like a blank canvas she donned colors for harmony

Thus she carries on in life trying to please one n all
Taking cues from those who have her in their thrall
Pleasing some, perplexing others, much to their gall

Showing her a mirror cannot be dared
Unconditional love forces she be spared
As this chameleon is much loved n cared

“We are like chameleons, we take our hue and the color of our moral character, from those
who are around us.”
John Locke quotes (English Philosopher who made great contributions in studies of politics,
government and psychology. 1632-1704)
“We are chameleons, and our partialities and prejudices change place with an easy and
blessed facility, and we are soon wonted to the change and happy in it.”
Mark Twain quotes (American Humorist, Writer and Lecturer. 1835-1910)

“A successful teacher needs: The education of a college president, The executive ability of a financier,
The humility of a deacon, The adaptability of a chameleon, The hope of an optimist, The courage of a hero,
The wisdom of a serpent, The gentleness”
: Teachers and teaching quotes.

“A chameleon does not leave one tree until he is sure of another”
Arabian Proverb quotes

Words are chameleons, which reflect the color of their environment.
Learned Hand, American, Judge Quotes

A divorce lawyer is a chameleon with a law book.
Marvin Mitchelson
American, Lawyer Quotes

Everybody in life is a chameleon.
Melanie Chisholm
English, Musician Quotes

I have a lot of chameleon qualities, I get very absorbed in my surroundings.
River Phoenix
American, Actor Quotes

Busy shoppers throng the streets
Frantically crisscross the pavements
Looking for the ultimate bargains
Attracted by all the glitzy windows

Chubby Santas chime the bells
Sprinkling the holiday cheer
With their melodious tinkles
Collecting for various charities

Snowflakes dance and prance
Merrily in the air hither n thither
Adding to the general melee
Whilst painting rouge on all faces

Fresh snow frosts everyone
Like icing on individual cakes
Sheathing everything in white
And purifying all it touches

A heady feeling of joy is very potent
Everyone seems to be on the crest
Of a natural refreshing high and
Goodwill and bonhomie abound

The crisp n brisk air crackles sending
Currents of electricity and briefly
The holiday spirit joins all opposing
Elements creating a blissful peace

“A holiday gives one a chance to look backward and forward, to reset oneself by an inner compass.”- May Sarton, At Seventy (A Journal)

Touched by the golden rays of the rising sun

Gleaming bridges straddle shimmering waters

Ramrod sentinels heralding the dawn of a new day

Diamond crystal waters, laden with boats bright and saucy

Each vying to outdistance the other with gay flying pennants

The New York skyline is etched by the Statue of Liberty on one side

And the twin towers on the other, with stacks of nearby powerplant

Raising their heads like peeping toms while marble chip clouds

Float about in the blue sky bypassed by flying birds and airplanes

Munching on a bagel between sips of hot coffee, we drive past

A gaggle of early morning joggers in brief briefs with ears plugged

To keep the world out and the boxed music in, huffing puffing along

Insulated in their sweaty world of aching bodies and flying nikes

The bikers are in a world of their own wearing bright orange aprons

To ward off  accidents,   biking furiously with heads stuffed in helmets

Meanwhile the motorists are keen to outdistance all and sundry

So keeping one eye on the lookout for a hidden traffic cop, and the

Other on the chance to bypass the car in front to get sooner wherever they are headed but alas, the hurrier they go, the behinder they get with the

Great traffic lights acting as the equalisers and stemming their onslaught

We drive  along merrily, willy nilly passing all the racers and soon we reach

Our destination while the sun is still  off off midway   from its zenith and

The day is yet to be done.