Day 360 – It’s Not Always a Bad Thing

It’s Not Always a Bad Thing

Day 360

Bright Cap and Streamers by James Joyce

Bright cap and streamers,
He sings in the hollow:
Come follow, come follow,
All you that love.
Leave dreams to the dreamers
That will not after,
That song and laughter
Do nothing move.

With ribbons streaming
He sings the bolder;
In troop at his shoulder
The wild bees hum.
And the time of dreaming
Dreams is over — –
As lover to lover,
Sweetheart, I come.

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A bit blown out, but sometimes it just works.  I went with a more traditional light in the second shot….
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It Doesn’t Look too Bad

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Day 359 – Mother’s Day Comes Once Again

Mother’s Day Comes Once Again

Day 359

The Mother by Robert William Service

Your children grow from you apart,
Afar and still afar;
And yet it should rejoice your heart
To see how glad they are;
In school and sport, in work and play,
And last, in wedded bliss
How others claim with joy to-day
The lips you used to kiss.

Your children distant will become,
And wide the gulf will grow;
The lips of loving will be dumb,
The trust you used to know
Will in another’s heart repose,
Another’s voice will cheer . . .
And you will fondle baby clothes
And brush away a tear.

But though you are estranged almost,
And often lost to view,
How you will see a little ghost
Who ran to cling to you!
Yet maybe children’s children will
Caress you with a smile . . .
Grandmother love will bless you still,–
Well, just a little while.

Day 353 – Can You Get More?

Can You Get More?

Day 353

My Bees: An Allegory by Helen Hunt Jackson

“O bees, sweet bees!” I said, “that nearest field
Is shining white with fragrant immortelles.
Fly swiftly there and drain those honey wells.”
Then, spicy pines the sunny hive to shield,
I set, and patient for the autumn’s yield
Of sweet I waited.
When the village bells
Rang frosty clear, and from their satin cells
The chestnuts leaped, rejoicing, I unsealed
My hive.
Alas! no snowy honey there
Was stored. My wicked bees had borne away
Their queen and left no trace.
That very day,
An idle drone who sauntered through the air
I tracked and followed, and he led me where
My truant bees and stolen honey lay.
Twice faithless bees! They had sought out to eat
Rank, bitter herbs. The honey was not sweet.

DOF

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Day 352 – Columbine

Columbine

Day 352

15 Columbine Flowers by Vivian Alston

One flower for the girl
who wrote a story about others
and her love and respect for their rights
One flower for the girl
who said yes to the question
that caused her death but rekindled life
One flower for the man
who asked a child to hold up
a picture of his family while he died
One flower for the boy
who risked his short life
to help others reach their safety
One flower for the boy
who didn’t make it out
but died as a distraction to save others
One flower for the boy
who could not run away
or yell for help to save his own life
One flower for the boy
who had a sweet heart
but was made with a dark shade of skin
One flower for the girl
who was trapped
by herself in a tiny bathroom stall
One flower for the teacher
who warned the school
in exchange for his young life
One flower for the boy
who hid his sister
and friends to save their lives
One flower for the brother of a girl
who threw himself in front
to save his least favorite teacher
One flower for the girl
who tried to help
these young men realize their mistakes
One flower for the boy
who picked up the guns
after the suicide to keep everyone safe
Two flowers for the boys
who made an unchangeable mistake
that cost them everything

Day 351 – It is Really Blue!

It is Really Blue!

Day 351

’Twas na her bonie blue e’e by Robert Burns

’TWAS na her bonie blue e’e was my ruin,
Fair tho’ she be, that was ne’er my undoin’;
’Twas the dear smile when nae body did mind us,
’Twas the bewitching, sweet, stown glance o’ kindness:
’Twas the bewitching, sweet, stown glance o’ kindness.

Sair do I fear that to hope is denied me,
Sair do I fear that despair maun abide me,
But tho’ fell fortune should fate us to sever,
Queen shall she be in my bosom for ever:
Queen shall she be in my bosom for ever.

Chloris, I’m thine wi’ a passion sincerest,
And thou hast plighted me love o’ the dearest!
And thou’rt the angel that never can alter,
Sooner the sun in his motion would falter:
Sooner the sun in his motion would falter.

Day 350 – Poppies Will Put Them to Sleep

Poppies Will Put Them to Sleep

Day 350

Somewhere Over the Rainbow by E.Y. Harburg

Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high,
There’s a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby.

Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true.

Someday I’ll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far
Behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That’s where you’ll find me.

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow.
Why then, oh why can’t I?

If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can’t I?

Day 349 – Boom

Boom

Day 349

Stars Wheel in Purple by Hilda Doolittle

Stars wheel in purple, yours is not so rare
as Hesperus, nor yet so great a star
as bright Aldeboran or Sirius,
nor yet the stained and brilliant one of War;

stars turn in purple, glorious to the sight;
yours is not gracious as the Pleiads are
nor as Orion’s sapphires, luminous;

yet disenchanted, cold, imperious face,
when all the others blighted, reel and fall,
your star, steel-set, keeps lone and frigid tryst
to freighted ships, baffled in wind and blast.