Marbelous ideas...

Ideas roll around my mind like marbles loosed on the warped floorboards of the attic, tracing ghost trails in the dust, barely discernible and difficult to follow, almost impossible to unravel from the paths of other ideas.

Invisble Girl -- poem

Invisible Girl

Ghost
Shade
Transparent
Unseen.

Murmur
Whisper
Voiceless
Unheard.

Invisible girl,
Dismissed.

~~ BNL 9/16/13

Archaeology -- a poem

I wrote this as the final assignment of an online archaeology course. It sums it up (for me) quite nicely.

Archaeology

Discovery, elation

Disturbance, destruction

Racing against time, nature, thieves, and bureaucracy

To rescue the past for the future.

excerpt from Auntie Amanda's Book of Manners

The doorbell rang and a young man in a messenger’s uniform handed Mother a small envelope.  Mother thanked him and closed the door.  She opened the envelope as she walked back into the kitchen to finish fixing breakfast.

“Your Auntie Amanda has invited you three for tea and snakes this afternoon. 

We jumped out of our chairs and ran a circle around the table.  “Yea!! We’re going to Auntie Amanda’s for tea and cakes!” 

Mother frowned slightly as she looked at the note.  “Not tea and cakes.  Tea and snakes.”

We three stopped dead to stare at Mother.  Slowly, eyes and wide and mouths agape, we turned to look at each other.  “Yea!!  We’re going to Auntie Amanda’s for tea and snakes!” and ran ‘round the table some more.

Odd (and old) poetry bits

04/96

In a world of trouble,

In a world of strife,

Nothing bursts a happy bubble

Like just living life.

04/96

Bugs

Greenbugs blackbugs redbugs yellowbugs brownbugs

Purplebugs stripedbugs spotted bugs

Shimmerybugs summerybugs

Goodbugs badbugs otherbugs

Somebugs

Bugme.

04/96

Doorways open in

Or the open out.

Depends on which way

You're headed.

07/30/89

Shades of black and gray,

The only brightness –

            Flashes of lightning

Lighting my fears.

Fears that have no voice,

            But they scream;

Fears that have no eyes,

            But they stare.

03/23/91

Tempestuous child –

            Clouds fill my mind like Thoughts; 

            Eyes of Lightning flash;

            Thunderstorms of Tears;

            Worlds drown in the Deluge;

            Cyclones rampage in my Soul.

FB status 8/5/13

Silliness abides in my soul. Gloom is a ghost in the walls and doubt is bats in the attic. But whimsy is the fire on the hearth.

Circle chant

The circle is cast,
Hand to hand,
From sister to brother,
To lover and friend.
We come together,
Magic to start.
The circle is cast hand to hand,
Heart to heart.

BNL ~5/3/13