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Sunday, April 20, 2014

Happy Easter

Hi, Everybun! I hope you are having a good Easter. We played outside, and met a human bean not much bigger than Jensen. He was cute, and very gentle with us. His big dog has me a little worried, though. Mom says she just wants to play, but she's sooo big!

Anyway, since I had something to say, I thought I would take over the poetry business for Mom today. I hope you guys like my work.



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Poem for Mom
By Buttercup

With my pink ears,
White fur,
Red eyes,
Do I look like the Cadbury Bunny?
Oh, wait-
I guess I do.
But inside,
I am no Hollywood Diva.
I do not depend
On a hare stylist and assistants.
Yes,
I have many adoring fans,
But no special effects crew
To make your Cadbury Egg dreams
Come true.
Be satisfied
With the “eggs” I leave you,
And stop complaining.
Thump.
 
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OK. I guess she told me. Buttercup does have attitude! I want to send out a quick "Thank you" to everyone who is hanging in there with us for this month of poetry. I  We are having fun, and hope you are, too. Thanks especially to RG, Rachel, and Speedy, for all the encouraging words.


Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Garden Dreaming, On This Rainy Day

Hi, everybun.  I have been keeping up with the poetry, although I haven't been posting it. My parents have returned to the North, and I went to visit them, which is more fun than virtual reality. As a bonus, I got to see two of my amazing nieces, and also got to see our lovely shell, on Quilting Arts TV.  I hope your weekend was at least as good!

Rather than doing the full catch-up, I thought I would just post today's poem. It's a very gray, and a very rainy day here today. Instead of actual gardening, I've been looking at garden porn catalogs. Dahlias are kind of a pain, because they need to be lifted from the ground, and stored inside over the winter. But the flowers? Simply amazing. I may actually plant some this year, how about you?

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Sun shines yellow,
Wheel in motion
Turning on its edge.
Winter
        Blends
           Springs
               Into Lilac Time.
Karma illuminates
          Depths of select hearts.
Folly dazzles,
           Appears Abundant.
Spring
       Blends,
           Branches
                Into dinner plate dahlias.
Sunshine yellow,
With a fine
Orange-red edge.

 

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Catching Up

Hi, everybun! Did you miss me yesterday? No worries, I was still writing poetry. I was also struggling with my new laptop. It's a big jump from Vista to Windows 8! And it's not helped by the fact that I've been using a tablet lately, and I keep trying to swipe a non-touch screen. Took me 7 years to be completely comfortable with the old laptop, so I guess I can't expect miracles. I like lists of things, so Windows 8 is not easy for me. How about you? Have you tried it? What's easier for you, the old desktop, or the new system?

Now that you know what I've been up to, we can get down to business. First, yesterday's poem. Inspired not only by junk mail, but also by the rainy morning.

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It is an effort to open the shade

Covering the front window.

The layers of white sky

Seem resistant to the sun’s efforts.

There is no blue lagoon to see outside,

Only the slate grey pond,

Embellished with lacy ripples by

The falling teardrops.

Today it will be easier to leave

My shirttail untucked.
 
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Today's poem was inspired by a page from the Seed's of Change catalog. The Golden Bantam is actually a variety of corn!
 
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In the sun, the Golden Bantam’s head shines a true gold.
The feathers across his back and wings are a deep gold,  
And his plump breast fades to a soft, buttery yellow.
He struts across the yard looking satisfied,
Having enjoyed an early spring harvest of succulent seedlings.
Endive, escarole, and dandelion have all been snatched from the earth
Before they could form their ruffled rosettes of crispy leaves.
And this year, the collard greens will never have a chance
To grow sweeter with the frosts of fall.
But, what I will miss most are the round heads of radicchio,
Their red leaves shot through with veins of white.
I like to drizzle them with olive oil and grill them.
The heat transforms their bitter taste into something more.
Perhaps in the radicchio’s place,
I will grill the bantam
To a rich golden brown.
 
 
 
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Now, I need to hurry off to Staples before yoga class. Seems the old laptop is so old, it is giving the youngsters there some trouble as they try to retrieve my most recent pictures. It's always something, isn't it?

Monday, April 7, 2014

What My Garden Will Be Like This Year

I've heard it said that to be a gardener, you must be an optimist. I think that's true, because no matter what happened the year before, you just always know the next year is going to be better. And in three years? It will be stunning. Can't you sort of already see it?

So, here is today's poem, partly from junk mail, and partly from working in the garden this morning.



Ribbons of coral, cherry, pink
Trail extravagantly around the yard.
Pink and purple cascades flow
From tall white planters.
Occasional bold yellow blossoms are
As brilliant as the sun.
The plants are more vigorous
Than in any previous summer,
And the flowers are larger.
A movement brings me back
To the grey and brown
Winter debris in front of me.
My eyes meet the slow blink
Of the Neighborhood Lion,
Who assures me that,
No matter what the flowers do,
He will be there
To brighten my garden.

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Turn About Is Fair Play, Right?

And now, what you've been waiting for all week. It's probably been obvious that I don't know all that much about poetry, so I'm not sure what to call this. A sonnet maybe? Or Dr. Seuss? Anyway, here's Jensen"s contribution.
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             Buttercup

      My Love is like a butterball
          With tiny legs,
          She's not very tall.

     My Love has a tail like a cotton puff
         That she points at me
          When she's in a huff.

     My Love has laser eyes so red,
         Like shining rubies
         That could shoot me dead.

     But underneath that snow-white fur
          Is a heart of gold
          That makes me purr.