What Day Is It Anyway – Coping with Covid day 12

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What Day Is It Anyway – Coping with Covid – day 12

It’s been a pretty quiet day here. My pandemic panic seems to be calming down a bit with the help of copious quantities of GABA Calm (a supplement I take when my nerves get the better of me). We got out for a really nice walk early this morning and sat in the sun for a time this afternoon. More and more people are pulling into the park which is both exciting and frightening. We have children back in Kentucky which has enacted a non-essential travel ban, asking people not to travel out of state unless it’s for specific reasons.

Here we’re planning a quick trip into the health food coop that we belong to early tomorrow morning. They’re opening the store up an hour early on certain days for “immune compromised” coop members.  It’s been about a month since we went brick and mortar grocery shopping so yeah it’s time. Dear friends have kindly picked up a few things for us here and there but the refrigerator is looking pretty bare. We will only be making the one store stop, then drive thru post office and library for drop offs.

For now, we’re just hanging at home, taking care of each other. Hope all is well with you, wherever in the world you may be.

Til next time ~Hang in there, summer’s comin’ ~JP

Summer in the City — The Lovin’ Spoonful

Silent Spring

This wonderful poem just says it all for me today. Do check out firewordsblog you’ll not regret it. 🙂

Firewords that light up the world.

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Now
In the midst of turmoil
We walk alone
Pilgrims
We step cautiously outside
Onto empty streets
Our hearts yearning for human touch

Listen!

Above the city sky
A lonely plane drones above
Citizens desperate to get home
Before they close the airport for good
Before they close the border
And set up check points in the square

And yet
I hear the birds
The waves of the lake
Lapping
The sky is pale
A clear and
Silent spring is reversing history

We boomers were warned
Sure, we marched for peace
Sat cross-legged listening to folks songs
With flowers in our hair

But the bills came and went
Children got their caps and gowns
Puffed with pride
We set aside
Our nest eggs
Made of paper gold
Our hippy dreams had long since died

Oh throw your windows
Open wide
Nothing but fresh air outside

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Monday Windows – Floating

For Ludwig’s Monday Windows

Floating

Floating, buoyant
as gentle waves break
against the bow

An island of mountain
suspended between
blue water and grey cloud

Drifting leisurely
atop the rippling water
all worries float away

Boat Drinks — Jimmy Buffet

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Monday Window — Lament of a Star

View from the passenger’s window – Kaikoura, NZ (before the quake)

For Ludwig’s Monday Window Challenge. I was stargazing last night, something I like to do whenever the weather permits. Just before true dark I spied Venus continuing her path through Aries, and Rigel burning brightly at the base of Orion. Then my eyes wandered to the dimming specter of Betelgeuse the red star on Orion’s shoulder.

“The rain will come, and the seeds will sprout, for the dark is the soil in which they grow, and it is the clouds above them, and it waits behind the star that gives them light. The dark’s patience is infinite. Eventually, even stars burn out.” –Matthew Stover – Revenge of the Sith

Lament of a Star

Lavender skies above me
in the window between
dusk and dark
Venus shines brightly
Rigel lovingly winks
while Betelgeuse breathes
his last

Starry, Starry Night — Don McLean

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

MM Music Challenge – The Race

For Mindlovemiserysmenagerie’s Friday Music Challenge — The Race is On

I love a good music challenge and this topic hit me right where I live so let’s have a bash shall we.  

Run Molly Run is an adaptation by the Kingston Trio of an old folksong originally “Molly and Tenbrooks (or Ten Broeck)” with a plot variation and very different feel to the song. I’ve always preferred the Kingston Trio’s version, probably because the old grey mare beats the young stallion and, hey I freely admit to a certain bias for old ladies. 😉

Race of Life

Life is like a race
when all is said and done
it matters not
if you win or lose
but how well
the race was run

Run Molly Run – Kingston Trio

Run Molly Run

Run Molly, run (oh, Molly). Run Molly, run. Long John’s gonna beat you, beneath the shinin’ sun.
Long John was the youngest horse and Molly was the old.
Molly was an old grey mare and he was a stallion bold, oh, Lordy, he was a stallion bold.
Long John said to Molly, “You’re runnin’ your last race
‘Cause when I turn my head around I’m gonna see your face, old gal, I’m gonna see your face.”
Molly said to Long John, “Don’t take me for a fool.
If you didn’t cut your ears and tail, I’d think you were a mule (Yeah!) I’d think you were a mule.”
Long John, he got mad, oh, Lord, and shook his woolly mane.
“Last time that I run, old girl, I beat the Memphis train. I beat the Memphis train.”
Run Molly, run (oh, Molly). Run Molly, run. Long John’s gonna beat you, beneath the shinin’ sun.
See them waitin’ on the track. The man, he hollered, “Go!”
Long John runnin’ fast, Lord, Molly runnin’ slow. Molly runnin’ slow.
Long John said to Molly, “Take a last look at the sky.
‘Cause baby when I pass you by, my dust’s gonna blind your eye, oh, Lord, my dust’s gonna blind your eye.”
Run, Molly, run. Look out for the turn, oh, Lordy, Lordy, here she comes!
Long John beatin’ Molly. Wait, what do I see?
Molly passin’ Long John. Molly runnin’ free, oh, Lordy, Molly runnin’ free.
Run Molly, run (oh Molly). Run Molly, run. Put old Long John out to stud and let old Molly run!

Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Bill Monroe
Run, Molly, Run lyrics © Peer International Corporation

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Wild Magic – a dVerse Quadrille

Kim from Writing in North Norfolk is hosting and, welcoming dVerse poets to this week’sQuadrille,when we take any meaning of one word and transform it into 44 poetic words. Our prompt today is “Wild.”

Wild Heart

Within the deepest part
of every cultured woman’s heart
there dwells a wild child
dancing to the rhythms
that only she can hear

The Wild Woman lives
she can not be tamed
never underestimate
the power of a woman
with magic in her veins

word count 44

Wild Child – Enya

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Flashback Friday – A long time ago …

For Fandango’s Flashback Friday –

Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year? You can repost your Friday Flashback post on your blog and pingback to this post. Or you can just write a comment below with a link to the post you selected.

OK, let’s see how far back to go? Back when my blog was really just a diary.

“January 17, 2016 – Sunday already, what a wonderful day it was though. Took more hikes in Zion National Park. Went out to dinner at Dickeys BBQ, then rented Ant Man. Totally good food, great movie, great night. This is a view from the trail.”

Or for a more story-oriented flash back try “inch by inch” originally posted right here January 17, 2019.

So there you have it, my blogging flashbacks, what were you doing?

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP