Day 364 – Last Call

Last Call

Day 364

Sitting by a Bush in Broad Sunlight by Robert Frost

When I spread out my hand here today,
I catch no more than a ray
To feel of between thumb and fingers;
No lasting effect of it lingers.

There was one time and only the one
When dust really took in the sun;
And from that one intake of fire
All creatures still warmly suspire.

And if men have watched a long time
And never seen sun-smitten slime
Again come to life and crawl off,
We not be too ready to scoff.

God once declared he was true
And then took the veil and withdrew,
And remember how final a hush
Then descended of old on the bush.

God once spoke to people by name.
The sun once imparted its flame.
One impulse persists as our breath;
The other persists as our faith.

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Second to the last day, posted on the same day as the final shot.  The anticipation is KILLING me!!
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Fuzzy Logic

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Day 356 – Crackin’

Crackin’

Day 356

An Old Cracked Tune by Stanley Kunitz

My name is Solomon Levi,
the desert is my home,
my mother’s breast was thorny,
and father I had none.

The sands whispered, Be separate,
the stones taught me, Be hard.
I dance, for the joy of surviving,
on the edge of the road.

Day 245 – Casting a Golden Light

Casting a Golden Light

Day 245

A man saw a ball of gold in the sky by Stephen Crane

A man saw a ball of gold in the sky;
He climbed for it,
And eventually he achieved it —
It was clay.

Now this is the strange part:
When the man went to the earth
And looked again,
Lo, there was the ball of gold.
Now this is the strange part:
It was a ball of gold.
Aye, by the heavens, it was a ball of gold.

Last night didn’t offer me much in the way of photo ops – it offered me body aches and general malaise, but that was about it.  I managed to get a shot of one of the glass light globes hanging in the café at the church and stuck a fork in because I was done.  I think that is enough about yesterday, because if I write more, it will just be complaining and who likes a complainer?  Not me!