More Sea Songs!

Good dreary afternoon!
yesterday, i wrote two more sea tunes...and then may or may not have forgotten the actual tunes, whoops...anyway, here are the lyrics! if you have any ideas of how to turn these sea songs into a musical, let me know :) since they all have to do with different animals, i think that's already a bit much, but...who knows! Alright, nap time!

Drop in the Water (lullabye feel)

Ch:
In the Sea you'd like to be
More than just one
Drop of water
Lost in it all
In the sea you'd like to be
A force, a personality
That swims against the tide
To change it all

I. When did it dissolve?
Your drive and your resolve?
When did the storm start brewing?
The waves grew dark and tall,
You fled before the squll
You might live but you'll still be losing. (Ch.)

II. When a ray of light
Breaks through the stone-faced sky
I will call you, darling.
But you will answer nothing,
Just one sparkling drop on the water.



Blue-Whale Blues

I. I could never frolic like a fish in the sea,
Turnin' tricks, blowin' bubbles, I'm just not carefree,
'Cause I measure a mountain from my mouth to my tail,
And I weigh sev'ral tons, Oh I'm a big blue whale.

Ch. And I want
Happy...Dainty...Winsome...Weighty? NO!
I just want to frolic in the sea and be in love.

II. I'm the hind-end of al the clown-fish's jokes,
And it appears I've got blubber quite amusing to poke,
Tried to friend all the fishies but you know that I failed,
So I weep and I wail, I'm such a blue blue whale! (Ch.)

III. Why am I here? I never knew till today
When another blue whale asked me over to play,
She was lovely and sweet, and my heart set sail,
I feel light as a seagull though I am a blue whale!

Ch. Now I am
Happy...dainty...winsome...weighty, Yes!
But I still frolic in the sea 'cause I'm in love.

Two in a Row!

Good morning--my second-to-last morning as a Tulsa resident! (this time around, at least :)--started it off with eggnog french toast, which is an excellent invention and...too much sugar! ugh. coffee later, thank goodness!

here is a random magician/friendship-themed poem. i'm out of practice, but...without further ado:

Sleight of hand and disappearing acts
Are fun-and-games until you’re limbo-lost,
Unseen, unfriended, waking to the cost
Of shallow showmanship: you can’t come back

Because you don’t know how: you disappeared
To prove you could—but should? You never asked.
Of course you could! (complete the smaller half
Of tricks that hang suspended, need you here)

Which doesn’t seem too likely—after years,
Your memory and mine are fading fast,
And magic but the ghost of friendship past,
Forsaken when you failed to appear

That’s when I felt my bones go draughty-cold,
‘Cause magic is for children. I’ve grown old.

Long Time No Write

Greetings!
Sorry it has been...sooo....looooong......
Here are my excuses:
1. Moving in TWO DAYS!!! EEKS!!! lots of time spent packing/cleaning.
2. (The Biggie) Getting sucked into a new series--literary, not movietary--devouring one page-turning book after the other ohmyword--i'm talking about Laruie R. King's Mary Russell/Sherlock Holmes series. it's been like a week and a half and i'm on book...five? yep, five. In-credible.
Like the Maisie Dobbs series, they are also set in post-WWI England. The focus is not so much on the 'psychology' of the period, though...but it is amazing how much research King must have done for the writing of these books! The fourth book, The Moor, takes place in the same setting as "The Hound of the Baskervilles"--but Russell and Holmes' host is a very historical figure, Sabine Baring-Gould--who lived, loved, and wrote (copiously) about the area (and Were-Wolves, and other things)--and, interestingly, wrote "Onward Christian Soldiers." Here's the crazy thing: Sabine Baring-Gould wrote at least 1240 publications (read his wiki article here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sabine_Baring-Gould) and it's obvious that King must have read several of the important ones, in order to bring his character to life, and indeed, as it turns out, to create the case that must be solved. he's a man i'd never even heard of--but now i have, and greatfully so. anyway, read these books. and a special thanks again to christi flagg who has introduced me to so much enjoyable and incredible literature these past two years!

so, the two pictures:
1. Daniel and one of our favorite dogs, Max, at Pottery!
2. FUN SODAS! from Ida Red in tulsa, left-to-right: Manhattan Special's Espresso Coffee Soda (verdict: so much better than the coffee beer we tried, blech!); Always Ask for Avery's Pumpkin Pie Soda (verdict: woo-hoo!); Cooper's Cave's ButterBeer (get to drink delicious soda AND feel like your in Harry Potter land?? YES YES YES!); Bawls...something-or-other...classic super-caffeinated soda for nerds :) didn't try it, just let Daniel take it home :( i'm sure it was lovely...; oh, and, not pictured: Birch Beer by Sioux City! gift from my sister Jenny, so good! thank you!

that is all for now...no time to write, must read! must read!

a poetical response to joan of arcadia :)

What we spent
Was wasted--never.
What we lost--
Was gold.
Moving forward,
Feeling nowhere,
Flaming rage--
And cold.
Cold because
I'm cultivating
Icy, frozen smiles.
Rage because a
Passion-killing
Takes a painful while...

Just long enough to melt the ice,
Make way to be renewed.
A balancing, a mellowing,
A hope--true Love is true.

A silly sea poem

i've got a new diseases: Potter's Lung. aka, my throat's been hurting ever since pottery class on monday. may actually be sickness and not just dry dustiness...hopefully not. :(

anyway, here's a goofy rhymey poem:

Charted waters hide their beasts
As well as seas unseen--
The terrors twenty thousand deep
Are the same from green to green.

And hurricanes are comin', come,
To blow your boat of-course:
You mapped with all the might you have--
But it fled at Triton's force.

You know just where you want to go,
And how to read the sky,
But travel long enough, and you'll
Be-wildered by and by.

Widget and Gadget

Greetings! it is a rainy fall afternoon here! came home from work and immediately sat down with a nice hot cup of ovaltine...followed immediately by a hot cup of mint tea :) and a couple no-bakes. yay!!
so, pictures 1 and 2 relate to the poem following. pictures 3 and 4 are more wrecky cakes from our friendly neighborhood grocery store (someday i'll quit being lazy and actually send them to cakewrecks, where you will be able to view them with clever captions, etc. but for now, here they are, unadorned :) and picture 5 is me with a zucchini baby! didn't grow this personally :( not by a long shot, but a friend of daniel's did and we were the lucky recipients! double yay!
a poem, about just about giving up on ever finding the right love for you (oh, and may i just say that in The Night Circus, there are twins nicknamed Poppet and Widget, which is just wonderful:) :

A winsome widget puzzled over this:
If I'm unique, who can I hope to kiss?
Impractically scatter-brained but sweet
Could cancel out. But there's no one to meet!
I may as well be locked up in a tower,
Growing grayer, lonelier, tear-free and sour.
Bring on the dragons! There's no prince for me
However guarded, or however free.
But as Widget whiled away her time in groans,
A gallant Gadget heard her mournful tones
And, coming closer, fell so quick in love
His first words were, "Hello! My turtledove!"
And Widget, overwhelmed with gratitude,
O'er looked his hasty fall--for she fell, too.

Finished Unfinished Sonnet

good late-evening (and 5 minutes before i am in bed, ready for sweet sleep, yay!)

so i thought i'd written a sonnet earlier, but cheated it out of four lines (messy handwriting, whoops)...making it a...Sonnetette? it's about seasons of depression, sorrow, etc.

Uncovering the rhythmic undertow
The seasons change again--and this you know--
But deeper down, beneath the drying leaves,
Unfolding hibernations, hidden griefs
That surface--though remaining unperceived--
In disappearing acts and taking-leave,
No reason given, vanished like a thief--
These times of solitude distrust relief.

I've sensed eternal winter (rarely spring)
Yet, after all, found life where death had been.