Still Life by Louise Penny

So far so good. Will look more into this series.

ps I’m a huge fan of Bosch & Alex Cross

reprobate, acquire, awning

85 degrees in February!  
Oh LA and your endless summers.
Barely any need for sweaters,
only in December.
I look up

only to have those blues skies remind me
that I need to acquire an awning.
It has been a couple of years
the Santa Anas have taken their toll,
the current tarps had to go.
After next week's paycheck,
must make a trip to Home Depot,
then look for a reliable friend,
before those wicked winds come back again.

I had someone in mind,
our interactions have so far
been founded on trust,
but maybe he's not up to the task.
We'll see, I’ve yet to ask
.
Continue reading “reprobate, acquire, awning”

you brought me a thousand doubts

Hafiz, Rumi, Forough Farrokhzad, no one does poetry quite like the Persians. A friend in Tehran even once compared me to Forough, it made me blush because that was a compliment of the highest order. I wish I was as talented.

So why am I here. I’m here to share the fal-e hafiz, a way to find your future in a line. I might be exaggerating a bit but it is a form of divination in Persian tradition that helps one find answers to questions on their mind.

Click the link, http://www.hafizonlove.com/fal.htm, and concentrate, then press the button to discover the answer. You should find it in the first line you see when you open your eyes.   

Before you go, let me share mine:

‘You brought me a thousand doubts’.

(Yikes! Not sure what to make of that line in relation to my question :/. It’s kind of freaking me out,

Supposedly there is more clarification to be found in the entire poem, I don’t know but see below.)

With your long curled eyelashes
You brought me a thousand doubts
When your sleepy eye flashes
A thousand pains in me come out.
O thou, companion of my heart
Memories of friends my mind depart
There is not a day that from the start
Your memory I do not tout.
The world is baseless and old
Lovers shout out and scold
Magic spells take their hold,
This is love's sorrowful route.
Separation puts me on fire
My circumstances are dire
May the nightly breeze inspire
With a whiff of what it's all about.
This world of space and time
For Beloved ain't worth a dime
Ruling the world is a crime
If Beloved is without.
If in my place, Beloved choose
Another, then I greatly lose
My life and soul I'll refuse
Curses upon myself I spout.
At dawn sings the nightingale
O Beloved, yourself unveil
In my head I cry and wail
Of yesternight's dreamy bout.
On my deathbed, when I rise
I'll head straight for Paradise
If only I can keep my eyes
Upon the flame your candle sprouts.
The tale of my desires
That I cry out and shout
Unmistakably inspires
What Hafiz said without doubt

http://www.hafizonlove.com/divan/08/354.htm

*originally shared/posted in 2014 ?

drafts

there are a lot of sentences scattered
throughout my home, 
scattered like litter 
clogging up my life.
in a cloud of disconnected thoughts
they deserve further exploration
perhaps placement in some poem.
until then they linger
like the silent part of the conversation
trapped in the ether
of a distracted mind
still looking for a home…

Currently sorting through that litter and will be sharing more words including past posts from previous versions of this blog.

corkboards with poem title and index cards

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