“Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.” Carl Sandburg


Thursday, July 4, 2013

Happy Fourth of July


     Celebrate

 A high pitched whistle,
and then a boom
a synchronized chorus
“oooh”, “ahhh”,
wonder, childlike glee
Oh, say can you see
the living kalediscopic colors
ever changing, sparkling
shapes of whimsy
stripes and stars
every mouth ajar
hearts  proud.

On the shore dimly seen
thro' the mists of the deep,
as pyrotechnics sweep
across the evening sky
I recall with each boom
those who gave
those who give
and the Pow'r
that hath made,
preserv'd us a nation
pray may it ever be
the land of the free

 
*Italicized lines are from “The Star Spangled Banner”

 
 

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Day 3 - Liv, Laugh, Love

My "blog" (really more a journal) is typically full of my random thoughts and poetry. The prompt for this month's blogging though is to write outside the box of what you normally do. I don't write about how to raise children - I have no expertise. I have three children and somehow they've managed to be well adjusted, productive adults whom I admire and respect. I don't take any credit for the way they turned out - I just thank God for the blessings they are!  Anyway, here is the guest blog I'd write if anyone asked : )


Granny Tips 
 
My oldest daughter and her family moved from Charlotte, NC to Snoqualmie, WA when the grandsons were about two and five. I was used to having them within a three hours drive and would often meet her half way to get the boys for a week long stay with Granny and Poppaw. It was hard to see them go so far away though we understood it was an employment opportunity.
 
I miss being part of their lives and worry that their memories of us will be disjointed images of holidays and infrequent visits. We call on the phone, face-time once in awhile, watch videos that my daughter makes and sends us occasionally and of  course, I send gifts and cards for birthdays and Christmas and for no reason at all (thank you, Amazon prime).
 
But, those things don't seem like enough. I want to be part of their lives in concrete ways, ways that tell them who I am as a person, not just a relative they see once in awhile or think of as gift bearer or money giver. I want to build memories that last longer than my lifetime and hopefully become stories they tell their children, too. 
 
One thing we share is a love of reading. All three of my children are readers and they instilled that love in their children. So, I decided to start reading books that the boys read so we could talk about them together. When I find a book I think they would like I'll send it to them. Recently I sent Divergent to Joshua (he's 15 now) and Return to the Willows for the 11 year old. Occasionally, they call me and recommend a book they've just read and think I'll like.

When they were younger, I decided to use my love of writing as a way to connect with them. I started writing a story about them and sent it by email. What kid doesn't like seeing their name in a book? They were thrilled. I sent it one chapter at a time and tried to have a "cliffhanger" moment at the end of each. I'd get an email back, "Granny what happens next? Hurry and write another chapter". I ended up writing two stories. One about a Saint Patrick's Day adventure and another about our Yorkie, Rivers, who the oldest grandson used to called his cousin. Their Mom has copied and saved the stories so they can share them someday with their kids.

Recently, I found that Matthew, the younger grandson shares an interest in poetry with me. He wants us to write together and for me to teach him some forms when they come in this August. That thrills my heart all the way to my toes and back again.

Whether they are across the street or across the country you can be in their lives in creative ways. It takes a little thought and work but if you really want to influence their lives and make lasting connections and memories you can.
  

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Lost Art and Top10

Have you read The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows? It is one of my favorites. I have the book and the audiobook on my Kindle (yeah, Kindle – not Fire, old school). It is written all in letters, as in mail. That and C. S. Lewis' Letters to Children, make me wish the art of letter writing would come back. It is kind of pathetic that we converse with each other in little sound bites of email, facebook and twitter.  It takes discipline and sacrifice to sit down and write (long-hand preferably) a letter that is chatty, newsy and thoughtful, one that is worthy of a response from the recipient. I admit I have written very few but think what a treasure trove it could be for my grandchildren if I would just start. Ah, that’s always the hard part – starting!


OK, so I'm a little slow. I didn't see the Day 2 Top 10 list, soooo here it is. My top10 Favorite books:

1.   Watership Down
2.   The Hobbit
3.   The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society
4.   Agatha Christie
5.   Miss Read's Thrush Green and Fairacre Books
6.   Goodbye Mr. Chips
7.   The Crosswicks Journal (Madeliene L'Engle)
8.   Anything by C. S. Lewis
9.   The Good Earth
10. On the Beach

 

Monday, July 1, 2013

First post for Liv, Laugh, Love

This morning I finished prompt 30 part 2, the last for the month of June, for Our Lost Jungle. Khara House lives in Az and so the prompt came in after I had gone to bed. I can hardly believe I did 30 poems during June. What a fantastic feeling!

Then,  Poetic Bloomings is having a month long challenge “LIFE IS A BEACH!” GAUNTLET
that I am excited to be a part of - so I did my second poem of the morning for that as well - and if that isn't enough, I am taking the challenge to post everyday here on Hyacinths and Biscuits in July and not just poems. I am going to be one busy bee. I LOVE IT!  Sadly, I need it. I tend to let things slide if I have half a chance so this will be a good spur for me.

So, in between cleaning the bathroom and other housework I am not so fond of I will be running in here to my computer every chance I get to write. I don't have an exciting life but I hope you'll find this chatty and maybe I'll throw in a tasty recipe once in awhile. Hope to see you around here this month. Drop me a comment and I'll return the favor!

day 30. prompt 2: the end The Final 30X30 prompt for Our Lost Jungle

                    

              A Long Goodbye

So long, farewell, Auf Weidersehen, Adieu,
Au revoir, ta-ta, Goodbye, see you
So many ways to say pip, pip, Cheerio, Old bean
See you in my dreams, Goodnight Irene
Frankly I don’t give a damn, it’s kind of rum
to pull my ear or burst through a bass drum
and say (by the way, that was a genius stroke)
"Th-Th-Th-Th-Th-... That's all, folks."
Good Night, Mrs. Calabash Wherever You Are,
I thought raised the bar
of saying bye, though I confess
I liked Good night and God bless.
George to his wife, Say goodnight Gracie
and how could you not fall in  love  prima facie
with Keep your stick on the ice
a tribute from Red Green to his wife
And that’s the way it was will remain
Walter’s final and familiar refrain,
Though we can’t leave out
what the kids used to shout,
See ya later, Gator!
After while, Crocodile

 
Walter Cronkite, The Sound of Music, Porky Pig, Rhett Butler, Jimmy Durante, Carol Burnett, Red Skelton, Red Green, George Allen