poetry thursday posted late....

anyone lived in a pretty how town


anyone lived in a pretty how town

(with up so floating many bells down)

spring summer autumn winter

he sang his didn't he danced his did



Women and men(both little and small)

cared for anyone not at all

they sowed their isn't they reaped their same

sun moon stars rain



children guessed(but only a few

and down they forgot as up they grew

autumn winter spring summer)

that noone loved him more by more



when by now and tree by leaf

she laughed his joy she cried his grief

bird by snow and stir by still

anyone's any was all to her



someones married their everyones

laughed their cryings and did their dance

(sleep wake hope and then)they

said their nevers they slept their dream



stars rain sun moon

(and only the snow can begin to explain

how children are apt to forget to remember

with up so floating many bells down)



one day anyone died i guess

(and noone stooped to kiss his face)

busy folk buried them side by side

little by little and was by was



all by all and deep by deep

and more by more they dream their sleep

noone and anyone earth by april

wish by spirit and if by yes.



Women and men(both dong and ding)

summer autumn winter spring

reaped their sowing and went their came

sun moon stars rain

by E. E. Cummings

i have loved this poem
ever since i was a child...
it was when i realized
that poetry was
accessible...
it was
possible...
that i
could have
poetry
in me...

more poetry thursday here...

love list.

i am feeling drawn
to softness
this week...
maybe it is the huge cottony heavy snow
blanketing the trees this morning...
maybe it is the upcoming
and much anticipated
birth of many new
babies into my family...
maybe it is the promise of spring...

i don't know really what it is,
but i feel like something is calling me
to work with pinks and off-whites,
speckles and spots...
to slow down,
to savor...

this week i have been loving...
-smores flavored pop tarts (even though
they inevitably give me heart burn)
-this incredible blog...i have been spending
all of my "nap-break-time" pouring through
her archives in absolute astonishment and envy
-postcard project (pictured above) from be alive, believe, be you
the colors match the idea...inspiring and beautiful
-this make-you-think documentary...presents
some interesting questions
-forgotten favorite songs: ode to billy joe,
running to stand still
baby can i hold you
in the ghetto
-some new ones to add to the list:
red is blue
dance dance
-my kids' report cards...yay!

bixby says.....RELAX

monday morning...
the weekend was great.

gave the house a five hour long deep clean
which it desperately needed
(actually, i desperately needed...
what i have found out from re-reading my morning pages
is that i am much calmer and creative
when the house is clean and organized)

now the plan is
to only do "upkeep" for the rest of the week
in order to keep it in the current state...
i'm trying to be optimistic,
but....
i also know my children...
heh.

as promised,
here are pictures from my
amazing mini swap with flitknits
hopefully, she will be receiving our
package sooooooon :)
this does not do it justice.

there are more pictures
here and here

i also wanted to show something
i was pretty dang proud of
(being a new knitter and all, heehee)
this is for my dad...
it is a cell phone holder
and was kind of done as a joke...
i wanted to make him something
outrageous
just to see the look on his face...
it worked out very well.


his cell phone is an older one
and is quite large, if you are wondering about the size.

grateful friday...

this book just waiting to be cracked open lent
to me by my sweetly sarcastic sister-in-law...

the fun of getting the kids ready for school
this morning in anticipation of crazy-hair-&-PJ day...

only one meltdown by "two" whose
alias is usually "sir-screams-alot"...

8 rows done on the yellow blanket...

a warm house, diet coke, pizza for supper...

the promise of friday...

poetry thursday says...

poetry thursday...

RUNNY'S BIG ROMANCE

Runny had a firlgriend,
Her name was Sunny Bue.
He called her nots of licknames,
Like "Kitchy-Itchy-Koo."
Sometimes he called her "Boney-Hun,"
And sometimes "Dovey Lear,"
But he only called her "Peety-Swie"
When no one else could hear.

Shel Silverstein

teeheehee,
you do remember that
i work with
children
alllllll the day long right?
heh.
there's a reason for that.
:)