Saturday, July 11, 2020

The hour of soon-be-night


How quickly withers a vivacious flower,
its petals strewn over the ground beneath
that weaves them into one enormous wreath
of things-that-were. How swiftly does the hour
of dawn give way to that of soon-be-night
that might lose recollection of the day
that passed before it, or forever stay
trapped in a single moment…or it might
turn out to be as gentle as the wind
that lifts the fallen petals, takes them far
away, over the rainbow, round the bend —
where things-that-were are swinging on a star.


Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)




Wednesday, July 8, 2020

In search of pastures green

A case for "cultural appropriation." 
Maksim Troshin, obviously not a Romani, sings Sare Patria:


Our grasslands wither and we travel forth
in search of pastures green. Our wagons full,
the wanderers, the nomads of this Earth,
we roam, submitting to the constant pull
of yet another place, another chance,
a greener valley…When sometimes we spy
what looks like home — we light bonfires and dance,
and sing old songs beneath the dusking sky.


Actress Svetlana Toma (not a Romani) as Rada:




Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)

Monday, July 6, 2020

A Case for Chirping


If all birds were songbirds, how dull,
 how quiet life would be:
24/7 nightingales,
 maddening tranquility!
We’d find ourselves yearning for that
 noisy mismatched chorale
that echoes our own tune so well,
 makes our existence real.
A seagull’s cry, a peacock’s shriek, 
the cackling of a crow —
we’d want them back where they belong, 
we’d miss their voices so.
Thus if celestial melodies 
fill up your soul today
but all you can produce is chirp!
 — then smile, and chirp away!



Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)

Image credit: Pixabay