Memory and Shadows

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Shadows vanish in the night.

There is no shadow, if there is no light.

Memories stay, both good and bad

Some are real, some dreams we had.

Which is which can be hard to say

At least at times, it seems that way.

Memories

 

 

 

 

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Happy National Park Week

 

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Get in you car and just for a lark

Drive to visit a National Park

From cities to country, the Parks cover them all

There is even a Park on the National Mall

If you have children, they need not be strangers

Most  parks have a program for Junior Rangers

Each day of this week has had it’s own theme

Today is Wild Wednesday, do you have a scheme

To drive to a park and see what is there?

You might find a deer or maybe a bear.

Four hundred and eighteen national park sites

Each one is unique in its very own right.

Which ones have you seen?  Which is the best?

Don’t get complacent.  Go visit the rest!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Here is the  English translation

Today April 23 marks the World Book and Copyright Day, which is also called Book and Roses Day.

The date April 23 was chosen because on that day, in 1616, three great men of world literature died: the Englishman William Shakespeare, the Spanish Miguel de Cervantes and the Peruvian Garcilaso Inca de la Vega.

Born in Catalonia on the day of Sant Jordi (Saint George), the Spanish "book and rose festival" became UNESCO International Day.

On the day dedicated to Sant Jordi, according to tradition, men give their women a rose, which, according to legend, was born from the blood gushed from the body of the dragon killed by Saint George.
This is why it has become customary for booksellers to give a gift to customers for every book bought

Where Two Worlds Overlap

 

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Rocky Intertidal Shore (aka the Tide pools) at Cabrillo National Monument in San Diego, CA

 

Rocky Intertidal Shore
Two worlds in one, both to explore

Plants of sea and plants of land
Both live in this narrow band

Of sometimes sea and sometimes air
Opportunities to compare

Be careful when you move that rock
You may give a crustacean quite a shock

Plants’ and animals’ homes are here
So please don’t take a souvenir.

Take only pictures, leave only prints
It’s the only thing that makes good sense.

I Felt Your Presence

hair spread on a mattress

I felt your presence last night.

The soundwaves of your quiet breath

Lapped at the cove of my ear.

Your hand softly brushed across

the strands of my hair

Fanned  across the pillow.

I feigned sleep

Trying hard to recall a Bosnian proverb

I wanted to include in a poem.

When I awoke this morning,

I realized that there was no  Bosnian proverb.

You were over one hundred miles away.

Only the memory of

Your hand stroking my hair was real.

Lines of Twitter

With apologies to those who like Sounds of Silence.

 

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Hello Donald, my old Friend
I’ve come to ask you once again
Because you’ve been busy tweeting
When you really might be sleeping
And the anger that is roiling through your brain
Still remains
Within the lines of Twitter.

In restless tweets, you fan the hate
Of the oppressed and desperate
Using only your cellphone light
You vent your rage into the long dark night.
When your ego’s soothed by the hit of a thousand likes
Like lightning strikes
For those lines of Twitter.

I turned on Fox news then I saw
A dozen pundits, maybe more
Pundits talking without speaking
Pundits hearing without listening
People writing facts that no one ever shares
No one dares
Disturb the lines of Twitter.

“Fools, “said I, “You do not know,”
Alt facts like a cancer grow.”
Hear my words that I might explain
You shake your heads and just complain
My pleas like silent raindrops fell
Into the well
To vanish in the lines of Twitter

And his followers clapped and cheered
To his cheap shots and his jeers
While the Dems say they might impeach
No agreement can be reached
And the words of the Mueller report
Are free to read on Nook
If you look
Beyond the lines of twitter.

Poem in Your Pocket Day–April 18

Scanned DocumentPoem in Your Pocket Day 2019 is on April 18 and is part of National Poetry Month. On this day, select a poem, carry it with you, and share it with others at schools, bookstores, libraries, parks, workplaces, street corners, and on social media using the hashtag #pocketpoem.

What kind of poem will you carry?  Will it be something you wrote or a long time favorite?

Last year the Jefferson-Madison Regional Library left small rolled cylinders containing poems for people to in Charlottesville, Albemarle, Nelson, Greene, and Louisa Counties on April 26.   They even left rolls for discovering around the Downtown Mall. This year they are doing it on April 25

Stop by your local library branch and pick out a gift-wrapped poem to carry in your pocket. Unwrap it and read it to yourself, share with someone close, or just tuck it in your pocket for a rainy day.

How will you celebrate the day?