I may have just gotten in a lot of trouble for disassembling a good portion of the steel siding around the front entrance door to the shop…. so I could grab a baby sparrow that fell down into the metal channel with mom and dad freakin’ out….
Definitely worth it.
Yet one more of the many reasons I am proud to call this guy my friend.
I don’t care how long one lives on this planet we will never be able to imagine all of its wonders. I learned about one such this morning.
If, like I, you have never seen or heard of this before, let me introduce you to the marvel of…
The Firefly Squid is a bioluminescent squid growing to a length of only three inches. The squid is equipped with special light-producing organs called photophores that emit a deep blue light. Large photophores can be found on the tips of the tentacles as well as around the eyes. Thousands of tiny photophores can be found throughout the squid’s body, giving it the ability to emit light along its entire form. In the Toyama Bay, in the central Japan Sea, the squid are found in fantastic abundance. Normally living at 1200 feet underwater, waves in the Toyama bay pushes the squid to the surface in massive numbers where they are fished by tons from March to June.
And as I stated on my Facebook page this morning. I must see this with my own eyes someday. Periodically, as I learn and/or am reminded of the wonders of this home terraform we call Earth – if it is someplace I would like to visit, even if only in my imagination, I will add to this new section I’m calling Spaces and Places. Well, once I have more than one entry that is….
As I plot, plan, and with fingers tightly crossed, take these jaunts from my To-Do to DONE lists, and of course post pictures, I hope you can travel along with me here.
Slice of Life Weekly Story Challenge – Two Writing Teachers
I place my palm against the frosted pane
Sighing as winds blow snow drifts all around
Winter has cast its shadow long and wide
A summer gal, this cold has been my bane
Oh this winter has indeed been a hound
Whose howls I’ve never learned to take in stride
I look for signs of life along the lane
Hardly a sign of beast or fowl is found
From winter’s bite, is something we all hide
It seems so long since blossoms dressed my mane
And grass not snow was blanketing the ground
I long to see one budding thing outside
So tired of this chill, last patience tried
I smile at last for signs of spring are spied
dVerse ~ Poets Pub |Form for All: Trireme Sonnet
Dawn the first light to sparkle on the water
Breaking apart the morning mist
Drying dew drops that gather in the night
Doing their part to add to the mystique
They land on top of the fine fronds
Of the snowy milkweeds
Turning them into small diamond bursts
In search of the rising sunlight
For three days I’ve tried to capture this
For three days I’ve failed miserably
Technical and yes, user difficulties
But today, today feels like the day I won’t blow it
Still, I pull out my rabbit’s foot and give it a smooch
Then my Nikon to check the aperture settings
And with one last kiss, I snap the shot…perfect!
Hyde Park Poets Rally Week 75
The first day of his smile
Banishing the chill of a late frost
Thus my love comes
On the dawn of the first day
of the first spring
To tend my garden, till the sacred soil
Where the silky folds of my flower blossoms
As my summer sun also rises
When he gazes past the twin hills
To the valley beyond
Offering the sweetest of nectars
Thus my love comes
To reap that which was so deeply sown
On a harvest moon divine
The fruit of his labor stretched out
Across a starlit ravine
Call him yet home again
Thus my love comes
On the last sunset of the last day
of the last fall
Stoking the hearth warmth
And we rest
The seventh day of my smile
Poetry Picnic Week 37: Peace…
Drifting in the wind,
Each gust of wind blowing.
Taking it away, to bring it back.
Only to start again.
Until someone comes.
Carries it away.
To a different place.
Where it is left.
Broken. Shredded. Crushed.
Just enough left to notice.
What it once might have been,
When it was still green.
Not taken for granted.
Or left forgotten.
Written after a trip to a nursing home…
Poetry Picnic Week 34: Plants, Creatures, and the Cosmos!!
Photo: Tracey Grumbach
I hear Mama calling me,
As I stand here by the sea
The tides lap at me mockingly,
They flow and ebb and go so free.
The seashells call Come look. Come see.
They know here’s where I want to be.
The sand squishes between my toes
Locking me there because it knows,
Though I’m still held within its throes
The time grows nigh before I goes.
Though I hear Mama calling me,
I still stand here by the sea
How was this love aquatic cast?
Was I a mermaid in lives past?
I step in more, to make it last,
For it lulls me, these waters vast.
Slowly the sun starts its descent
Bright seas turn dark in increments,
Giving me more now to lament
And finally I do relent.
For I hear Mama calling me,
As I stand here by the sea.
The time has come to let it be.
dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics: New view for you
Write a poem based on a photograph.