A very nearly wordless Wednesday today--photos from my own yard, of tiny things and not-so-tiny, that caught my eye:
The nightshade in the last photo looks so cool seen full-size--be sure to click on the photo to see all the detail!
Iris: The circular, colored curtain of the eye
Iris: The goddess of the rainbow and messenger of the Gods
Iris: Plants with sword-shaped leaves and erect stalks bearing bright-colored flowers composed of three petals and three drooping sepals
Amazing how prosaic that last definition is. The iris are in bloom. Flags, my Aunt Charlotte called them today as we exclaimed over them, and they do wave and sway like exotic banners in the late spring rain and gusts we're having. My eyes have been full of them for days.
Iris are so beautiful seen at arm's length that it's hard to believe they'd be even more lovely up close, but I think they are....
To see them in even more detail, click on the pictures.
I was straightening the music room today, going through stacks of music books and sheet music while trying to wreak a little tidiness out of havoc, when I ran across an old email from my sis-in-law, Tammy, that I'd printed out. Oxymorons! I love oxymorons! I decided then and there the list (or most of it, anyway) would be my Word Wednesday post.
Quick definition: An oxymoron is a combination of words that are often heard that don't actually make sense when you think about it. Here are some good ones:
There is serenity at my kitchen sink
As water runs clear over the dishes in my hands,
Clear as the window I’m gazing through.
My eyes are slaking their thirst with the delight of new flowers.
Red-leafed maple, pink-flowering dogwood,
A swath of pale pink clematis, bluebells,
The white and rose cloud of the crabapple tree.
At the center of it all, nestled around a big terra cotta pot,
Is a glory of pansies, purple, white, and gold, orange and maroon.
They bloomed through the winter,
Lifting their faces to pale sun and dark clouds,
Shining with hope when ice pummeled them,
Shrugging the snow from green shoulders,
More than surviving.
I know a woman like that,
And through her, with her, I myself learn to live.
I went sleeveless today,
Risking sunburn and freckles.
I went sleeveless today--
I'll trade pale skin for speckles.
I went sleeveless today,
Kneeling down in the garden.
I went sleeveless today,
Where the robins were flirtin'.
I went sleeveless today,
Felt warm sun on my skin,
Heard a daffodil laugh,
Stopped to listen and grin,
And I know that tomorrow it will probably rain,
But today I went sleeveless--
It's Springtime again!
Fiddleheads, all furry and brown,
have sprung from their beds in the dark, damp ground,
but I hear the fairies won't bring bows to play.
The spiderwort has them frightened away.
I've been thinking a lot about something a number of my bloggy friends do, Wordless Wednesday. I love seeing the pictures they put up. Me, I'm too wordy for that!
My friend Mokihana does a Word Wednesday, always a scripture or otherwise uplifting post.
I'm not sure I could come up with something deep every week, though, or even most weeks, but I do love words. I love the taste of them in my mouth, the feel of them in my ears, the friction of my pen on paper when I write them. I love finding new ones, stringing old ones together, playing with them, taking them apart and putting them together again in my mind. Word Wednesday. Yeah. I like it.
This is my first Word Wednesday post. This time it's a poem I wrote a couple of years ago. Next time? Hmmm...
SNORING
The man lying beside me is snoring away--
What a racket!
He's sawing logs with a chain saw today,
It's a fact. It's
The roaringest clamor that ever lulled me to slumber,
A whole forest of grizzles, a whole sawmill of lumber.
It's a snort in the dark, a jarring surprise.
It's appalling! I love it! It means he's alive!
It's a terrible, horrible, wonderful noise,
And a small price to pay for sleeping with boys!
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