July Tenth
I’ve nicked and soaked
A hundred and twenty
morning glory seeds
in expectation July tenth
will be a glorious morning.
Wednesday, May 21, 2025
Money hole
Ye are the salt
The shock has been applied, some other iron neutralizer dissipated too, now comes the salt
to the pool of the fool. If you are tempted ever in any way to throw good money away, put it in a pool
where it will return green.
Best move we made to fill in the pool.
In dreams
In dreams
Johnclarestokes
I do not know why you choose
To live within my deepest dreams
Coming to me in the night turns
Perhaps something there you yearn
We seem to do those waking things
Catching up on long River canoeing
Gliding down back roads getting lost
Falling from surf boards wave toss'd
I was content in my forced air sleep
Having long ago prayed my dreams to keep
But pile up in my head, there is room
I'll be heading into dreamland soon.
Massey Man
Massey Man
Johnclarestokes
Oh the fling always seems a justified thing
Tiring of all the pesky promising
Rid this from the kitchen to the bed
No night visions of spiders in the head
You bask in views from shrubbery cut
You roam rooms long since shut
It's all a beautiful fling
But soon the old familiar comes creeping
Massey was not all he seemed
You suspect a dilution in the poison
You yearn for the formulations of old
The sticky strips laid upon the threshold
Massey but a shell of his former self
Soon you find yourself in yellowed pages
It's the story of the suburban for ages
Soon its for old Otto you're longing
Silverwing's dancing in the stainless sink again.
Rosy Maple Moth
Fourth and won
4th and won
Do you ever wonder, what were the judges thinking? Four years ago I entered this photo of my mother and Mrs Margaret Hamilton who passed away this past Friday in the Art League Friends of the Library Art Show. First through third were nature photographs. I thought, I’ll not enter nature, which is my forte, but branch out.
Just recently I entered a contest that Happy Heart Farms who sells chickens sponsored. First place was of cows out of focus, not chickens.
As a consolation, I did take first in a family favorite category.
Again the Art League contest calls for entries, and again you try and guess what to enter.
One time I was a judge with two others for the Woman’s Club photography contest. One judge insisted on awarding a photo of a rose, which wasn’t very good in my and the other judges opinion. We asked, why the rose? I like roses, I grow roses was the answer. We overrode him.
I think the judges liked cows over chickens, nature over nurture.
Psychic photographer
The psychic photographer
I see a metal bench and no Ashley Furniture in your future.
Monday, May 19, 2025
Shadrack
Shadrack Hancock
At the far end of Cline Feagle Road down from the current Mt Tabor Cemetery is the lone grave of Shadrack Hancock, born 1799 in Montgomery County, Georgia and died May 2, 1855 in Columbia County. Shadrack was first married to Ann Van Zant of Tattnall County, Georgia. They had six children:Henry William, William H.,George W.D.,Durham,Mary Elizabeth, James M.J. Ann Van Zant died about 1835-36. Shadrack married his second wife Cynthia Alexander in 1837 in Tattnall Co.,Georgia. They had 5 children: Caroline E.,Louisa, Margaret, Daniel Levy and Missouri S. Cynthia Alexander died about 1847-48. Shadrack married his third wife, Louisa Jane Dell widow of Aaron Tison.
Shadrack Hancock was a private, company H in the 2nd Florida Militia and fought in the Indian War.
Low dipped
Low dipped the silvered trembling wings
Through parting portals of blue
You came
Rest strong my walking on air one
From far flung western stars you return.
Suwannee heat
In the heat of the Suwannee
I've come to the end of the journey
I had hoped it would end here
The fever they said was beyond measure
It mattered not, I was cool with pleasure.
Emerald
Emerald
Synchlora aerata
Is it the warm white wall
Is it the southern orientation
daily different moths
Spend time with me
I'm not complaining.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)