am·a·teur
\ˈa-mə-(ˌ)tər, -ˌtu̇r, -ˌtyu̇r, -ˌchu̇r, -chər\ n. often attrib

[F, from L amator lover, fr. amare to love]

Thursday, May 21, 2015

Weekly Wikems. Blue.

Hi, everyone,
hope all's well with you.

It's Thursday, and wikems are still showing signs of life :-)

I've just finished "A Spool of Blue Thread." It's wonderfully rich like any of Anne Tyler's books. Perhaps the one that has more surprises than her other novels. 

Do we always know ourselves? Do we really know those who surround us, the closest people - our spouses, parents, siblings, kids?.. Should we always try to get to know them?

Pick up "A Spool of Blue Thread" and dive into Anne Tyler's world. Everything she writes makes you delight in life - a great big tangle of things - so much more.

"Blue" is one of the characters. That prompted my wiki choice for today:



Here's my contribution:

"The clear sky and the deep sea appear blue because of an optical effect known as Rayleigh scattering." (Wikipedia)


Try telling yourself
the clear sky and the deep sea
are not blue at all - 

you know what you see.
Lord Rayleigh would understand,
for he saw it too,

before he rebelled
against the invisible,
took the light apart.

He used to see it,
before he scattered himself
'long the path of truth.  



Looking forward to your wikems.


Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer ("Happy")

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Weekly Wikems. Philosophy.



Hi, everyone,
hope all's well with you.

I'm late posting. Missed last Thursday, because I was travelling and had problems signing into my blog. Didn't post this morning for no legitimate reason. At least it's still Thursday. How about writing a wikem?


The title of a blog post on the Missouri Review site drew my attention: Why You Should Read a Book and Stop Skimming Wikipedia

One thing in that post I thought was particularly curious:

 "...on any of Wikipedia's millions of pages, clicking on the first link in the text and then repeating the process for subsequent articles will inevitably lead you to the page for "philosophy."


So, here's your Wikipedia article for today, feel free to skim it to find a quote that will inspire your poem:




Here's my contribution:

Ethics, or "moral philosophy," is concerned primarily with the question of the best way to live, and secondarily...the question of whether this question can be answered." (Wikipedia)


Why are humans cursed
with moral philosophy,
why can’t we just live?

Just greet each new day
living our life to the full,
why take life apart?

Why search for something
that may be non-existent,
why not let it rest –

our zeal to find out
what the best way to live is,
why not live instead?



Looking forward to your wikems.


Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer ("Happy")

P.S. I don't know why, but I feel burned out this year writing-wise. I thought wikems would get my creative juices flowing, but no.

I tried forcing myself to write. It's just not my thing. 

I'll post when I feel the urge to write and share my writing.

And I'll devote more time to reading.

I thank you very much for supporting wikems; maybe we'll revive them some day, who knows.


Friday, April 10, 2015

Poetic Asides Poem-A-Day April Challenge Day 10: "How..."


how soft is this morn
carrying yesterday’s storm
how gently it treads

how rich is the grass
heavy with silver droplets
the price for the sun

how full is this world
a vessel filled to the brim
careful not to spill





Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer ("Happy")

written for Poetic Asides

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Poetic Asides Poem-A-Day April Challenge Day 9: Work



i am happiest
when i work in the garden
digging up those weeds



Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer ("Happy")


written for Poetic Asides

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Poetic Asides Poem-A-Day April Challenge Day 8: Dare



Eleanor Dare

Did she feel happy
standing in the ancient church
on her wedding day,

an artist’s daughter
marrying a bricklayer
a tiler – her man,

still a teenager
like herself – did she tremble
when he kissed her lips?

Did she feel happy
already aware of what
was lying ahead –

the dangers of the
questionable journey to
the unexplored shores,

their son or daughter
crossing the ocean in the
vessel of her womb?

Did she feel happy
in her probably short life?
I daresay she did.





Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer ("Happy")

written for Poetic Asides

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Poetic Asides Poem-A-Day April Challenge Day 7: Love/Anti-Love poem



Longing

I built a small rock garden next to the stone patio, just steps away
from the old kitchen with its nineteen thirties
cabinets that have doors that wouldn’t close refusing to keep

their ghosts locked; I didn’t go far searching, I used the stones
that lay in the backyard, most of them flat –
parts of what once was a perfect border – now buried

underneath the overgrown lawn, when scraped clean their gray
 showed the sparkle in it; the rest –  that
I would like to think were left behind when the frozen

waters retreated melting some years before my time – formed
the crescent-shaped foundation upon which
 I piled the flat ones, building what resembled an Irish wall of sorts,

my small rock garden becoming more of a raised bed, a vessel to be
filled with fresh dirt, parsley and dill seeds
when spring comes after the long wait; on top of the wall

I put two stones with words imprinted on them, the kind they sell
at nurseries, a gift,  “hope” read the one,
the other “joy”, I seem to have misplaced the third one –

“love”.





Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer ("Happy")


written for Poetic Asides

Saturday, April 4, 2015

Poetic Asides Poem-A-Day April Challenge Day 4: Departure


Hi, everyone.
How's your April going? 

Here's my wikem written for the Poetic Asides PAD challenge, day 4:




shielded from the wind
plentiful was his valley
he knew no hunger

the earth provided
all that he ever wanted
it held him gently

his woman was warm
like the earth kissed by the sun
rich like the valley

she was not angered
by the distant mountain peaks
he would leave her for

she knew him too well
she knew she never owned him
she knew he would go

“atop a mountain
the day is longer,” he said
atop a mountain

where the air is thin
where her frozen tears sparkle
all the long day through




Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (a.k.a. "Happy")