Full Birth Moon
The Full Birth Moon rises around sunset Saturday February 27. The day after Mimi's birthday, ha! We are not talking age here, just a time to celebrate!
A short while after our last FMA, the Full Black Drink Moon, I received a note from my buddy David Lee, as I often do, with this attached. The attachment gave me hope, David seemed to be coming out of the sump he had sunk quietly into. His note said that this piece was unpublished and for his friends eyes only. I really like it and asked if I could use it as a lead-in piece for this FMA. David said he thought that would be OK. Enjoy!
from not buttermilk but scalded milk sky
a splendid sun
spangles the cobwebs
sharpens
maple leaves to shards
of fragmented light
the world released from darkness
by
the unbattening breakthrough
of dewglow
sudden scent of brightness
as if
all the other senses
had pulled in and
stored every unused energy
scintilla
until the sharp light
broke
through their bondage
and now braided with
wowsling sounds of morning
like night creatures
or small winds
moving
through brambles on their way home
to warm nests
Seaside, Oregon
20 January 2021
In response to a "Lamipofri" (LAst MInute of a POetry FRIday) challenge by a poet buddy Kat Apel, Margaret posted a photo "February Morning by Margaret Simon" of the fine dawn in her world this morning then penned this Lamipofri "a poetry snapshot quickly scribed".
A single moment
sky beckons
softness of a peachA day begins
click,
capture,
send.Margaret Simon, draft
Go Margaret! Thank you...
Last round of FMA we discussed the Black Drink of the Atakapa, a strong tea made from the native shrubby tree Ilex vomitoria or Yaupon. A strong version would cleanse your digestive tract if you know what I mean.
A normal infusion of roasted leaves of Yaupon is a pleasant brew, gold in color, sweet smelling and tasting of the smell of Yaupon. It contains caffeine and some claim that it clears the sinuses and improves hearing.
I received my second vaccine injection Tuesday 2-23-21 and made sure I drank Yaupon tea the next two days. Other than a sore injection site I had not reaction to the vaccine, now dog, I know what you are thinking, yes, I am still deaf.
The Atakapas or properly known as the Atakapa Ishak. Lived from Madagora Bay in Texas (Sunset people) to Vermilion Bay in Louisiana Sunrise People) along the N Gulf coast to several weeks walk north of Vermilion Bay and one week walk north of Madagora Bay. Self-described peaceful shy folk. Often referred to as Creole or Creole Indian.
The Choctaw referred to the Atakapa in a derogatory way to the Spanish explorers as man-eaters. Somethings never change y'all.
1-30-21 Received text from the Prairiedog today he said it 59 in Grand Junction, CO, wowser dog, git outer there! She gonna blow any day now.
2-7-21 We woke to an absolutely perfect day after a period of cloudy junk. Red Shoulder Hawk missing since early last week, I miss her.
2-9-21 78 degrees, Red Shoulder is back in my world, YAY! I just recharged my HB feeders when I was almost run over by a Rufus HB tying to lick good stuff out of an Albutilon "Popsicle" then into a big evergreen holly to warm up.
The other day I "found" this book of poetry by Charles Bukowski. Really not sure how of it's origins. One of his poems spoke to me:
this kind of fire
sometimes I think the gods
deliberately keep pushing me
into the fire
just to hear me
yelp
a few good
lines.
they just aren't gong to
let me retire
silk scarf about neck
giving lectures at
Yale.
the gods need me to
entertain them.
they must be terribly
bored with all
the others
and I am too.
and now my cigarette lighter
has gone dry.
I sit here
hopelessly flicking it.
this kind of fire
they can't give
me.
2-14-21 Happy Valentine day y'all. P and I put together a wonderful shrimp, crab, okra, sausage and crab claw gumbo. OK dog, yes, I helped P put it together, I was the choppin poppa. Perfect gumbo weather y'all.
Rachel's fam came over with potato salad, Amy with dessert. Joe was working. Oh my! we ate our fill and then had leftovers for a week. So fine. We celebrated Mimi's birthday early with cake and ice cream, yum.
Fixing to get really really cold. Everyone scattered for their homes ahead of the ice! We had fun y'all.
2-16-21 Mardi Gras, really cold but the sunshine is happening and just seems to make everyone feel better. Power out for 12 hours, not bad at all. Same for water. As I fed birds, released the gurls I spotted the same Rufus HB rocketing around my yard.
Winter Homes
My goldfish are finding
winter homes under slabs
in the pond
mother goldfish birthed
and hid four babies
this summer
they were not eaten
by birds
or their fathers
the heater is on
it's my contribution
to Mother Nature
I have aired my quilts
and washed my blankets
I will cuddle
with my dog
a good book and with any luck
a cup
of Frontier Soup
finding
my winter home
-Nikki Giovanni
2-18, 19- 21 Back in school, giving exams online. Interesting with all the power out in Texas and N. Louisiana.
From Margaret:
Today's prompt is to write fast. 2-18-21
Capture a shadow, dance with the wind, stand in a rainbow, begin at the end.
Mary Anne Radmacher
Fun!
More Margaret:
I am taking a creative-inducing drug called A-Poem-a-Day. It's good for me. But it doesn't always make me happy. Poetry is a place where emotions become raw. This week I heard of another community member's death from Covid. He was 75 and battled for months. His family was dedicated, by his side, and hopeful until they couldn't be. I don't know this kind of loss. I'm a lucky one, and sometimes that makes me feel guilty.
Note: I mourn his death as well Margaret.
Heather Meloche posted the prompt "lungs" with a profound graffiti art piece "I can't breathe". Not only do I wish I could breathe for those who can't, I also wish I could take away the pain of loss. This empathy came out in my poem.
Misty morning
fills my lungs
with living.
On this day
I pray for air,
a way to not care
people are drowning.
They can’t breathe.
A machine breathes for them.
I wish for a way
like roots of trees
breathe together underground,
a way
to pass
hand to hand
lung to lung
Health
Healing
Hearty
life.
Margaret Simon, draft
2-22-21 Back at school full blast in this household.
2-26-21 P's birthday today. No mention of age so do not ask. Lots of family and friends best wishes. Smile
peace love possumhugs
BT
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