"October knew, of course..."

'October knew, of course, that the action of turning a page, of ending a chapter or shutting a book, did not end the tale.
Having admitted that, he would also avow that happy endings were never difficult to find: "It is simply a matter," he explained to April, "of finding a sunny place in a garden, where the light is golden and the grass is soft; somewhere to rest, to stop reading, and to be content.”'

― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 4: Season of Mists

Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)

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

November 2014 Poem-A-Day Chapbook Challenge: Day 29

Hold on to autumn, to this fragile ray

The sun has reached you with, it will not last

This free fall of November, time won’t stay

Suspended what’s to come and what has passed

Between, so hold them close, these final hours

Still clinging to the calendar, for ours

Are those short-lived bright moments that we touch

Without a hope of keeping them, they fleet

And yet remain, and reappear with such

Stark clarity, it sweeps us off our feet

When in the midst of winter’s endless plain

We glimpse our autumn, falling once again.

Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (a.k.a. "Happy")

prompted by Poetic Asides

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November 2014 Poem-A-Day Chapbook Challenge: Day 28

It comes as news, although you do expect

It will arrive one day, some distant hour

Way, way too soon it shows up to collect

The things we owned, or thought we did, to our

Most genuine bewilderment… our eyes

We can’t believe, we didn’t recognize

The signs that all were there, albeit concealed

Of seasons melting into seasons, fall

Is drawing to a close, her fate is sealed

And chilling mirrors prove you can not stall

The hands of that unyielding giant clock

But then you find that stealthy cruel tick-tock

Has a nice rhythm to it, and your heart

In unison with it starts ticking, and

The seasons past and current play their part

And what is bound to happen, near-at-hand

Chimes in, and time slows down as you embrace

The crow’s-feet on the fair-skinned winter’s face.

Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (a.k.a. "Happy")

prompted by Poetic Asides

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November 2014 Poem-A-Day Chapbook Challenge: Day 26

‘twas a million places

a million cries

and a million winters

ago

in some ex-ballerina’s

apartment with eyes

in a city bewildered

by snow

‘twas the time that was perched

tween the land and the skies

in a basket of wonder

and willow

tween the yesterday’s hurts

and tomorrow’s goodbyes

rose petals of dawn

on the pillow

‘twas the world that was simple

it spelled you and I

in the hand of a happy

beginner

we would dance on the ceiling

(I don’t recall why)

and upset so the ex-

ballerina

when we left in a hurry

forgetting to pack

our mem’ries

she roused her ire

she arranged our wings

in a neat sky-high stack

pirouetted

and set them on fire

Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (a.k.a. "Happy")

prompted by Poetic Asides

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