‘Cause Rosema Says So

‘Cause Rosema Says So

 

(https://areadingwritr.wordpress.com/2016/08/14/the-happiness-tag/)

1. Name five things that make you happy.
2. Name five songs that make you happy.
3. Nominate 5 bloggers to continue the tag.

(The Happiness Tag  from Rohit of Straight from the Heart)

1. Cats and dogs (they count as one), faith (though it can also make me sad), grace that surprises (it always surprises), my siblings, completing something (such as this list)
2. “Just You and Me” (Chicago), “Aurora” (a wistful song by the Carpenters), “But I Can Dream” (torch song recorded by Linda Rondstadt and the Nelson Riddle Orchestra), “Be Thou My Vision” (hymn set to an ancient Celtic tune), “The Battle in the Mutara Nebula” from a soundtrack composed by James Horner (because I am a geek)
3. If I follow Rosema’s lead (and who wouldn’t?), then I invite anyone with the urge—and some of you who need it

 

“Folks are usually about as happy as they make their minds up to be.” ― Abraham Lincoln

cited by Rosema

Unburying Life

Unburying Life

 

I know I lead a life apart

 

I’m not sure what it’s for

Being alive or being apart

 

The best thing I seem to

Do for now is eke out words

On paper in a wide electric

Way

 

Like a fisher near new water

I cast about the promise of

Dawn blue and deep green

 

Is my better season spent

Right here

 

Because I write for you

 

C L Couch

Canciónes de Oro

Canciónes de Oro

 

How does the song

Go,

 

My boat is so small,

And your ocean is

So big

 

(Translated)

 

Extraordinary image

Of a strenuous

Hope for

 

Amazing grace

 

Cantan ustedes,

Queridos

 

Please sing, my loved

Ones

Valley of Death

Valley of Death

 

A hundred years ago

And slightly more,

There was war in the

Crimea

 

And we must learn

The same lesson there,

Time and again

 

Tennyson mourned

Troops lost in

Misdirected battle—you

Can look it up,

 

You should

 

 

http://www.cnn.com/2016/08/11/europe/ukraine-high-alert-russia-crimea/index.html

Oxygen

Oxygen

 

1

 

As in I’m in favor of

And would like more;

My neighborly air

Too damp

 

Like Arabian palaces

And towers, craving

 

Light and space and

 

Breathing in and out

In an Earth-blue sky

 

Anyone offering work

Maybe

 

With room and board

 

Arizona or how about

California? Or in

 

Situ the Alhambra?

 

I know, there are

Wildfires out west—

Conflagration of a

Kind (unkind) along an

Eastern sea;

 

Thieving atmosphere

 

Suffocates

Inhaling things

 

2

 

All fire swindled from

Prometheus someday

Will cease

 

In recompense,

 

While damage to open

Lungs and other

Capabilities are

Prolonged matters

 

Fire-scarred will

Propitiates our faults,

Mitigates any anger

For the rest, leaving

 

For last joys our homely

Fires burning against

Night

 

We, dwelling through

The cold, may story-

Tell the impact of our

Age

 

(epilogue)

 

Oxygen feeds fire and

Needful issues

 

Propelled by nascent

Hope and sometimes

By outraged

 

We have no choice but

To deal in both

 

Breathe in air, then

Breathe out our part

Psalm 49 (a penultimate song)

Psalm 49

(a penultimate song)

 

Before the last,

One more thing,

Please, to say:

 

O Lord, like all

The seasons that

You muster,

 

You are constant

In provision;

 

Might we live in

Gratitude,

 

Thirsty children

Who can yet look

Up before

 

We stoop, saving,

To drink—

 

Risking, yes, a

Moment of hurt

Brilliance

 

Gazing, as we

Do, toward the

Direction of one

Who has

 

Left life for us

 

In a healing cup,

Freely filled with

Consequence,

 

And bread that

Was earth-fired,

Once

Psalm 48

Psalm 48

God Breaks Through

 

The day comes

When God breaks

Through

 

When an open hand

Will not be

 

Withheld by grace

Or by design

 

We cannot bring

It down—release

Or entice it

 

Our timing has no

Meaning here

 

We should leave

It all alone

 

A mind ordains, a

Host obeys

 

The earth will be

Complete

 

Ready to be

Apprehended in

 

Capture and in

Understanding

 

Day time and

Night time

Without time

haiku about death and life

haiku about death and life

 

Dying is helpless

The skies open, nature weeps

Hopeless in mourning

 

Prize in awaking

Who knew how to feel about

Death, an opening

After a Few Days Away

After a Few Days Away

 

I drive through

A steam-filled

World

 

At home, more

News of dying

 

Both by design

And unassigned

 

I gather in

Headlines and

Their stories

 

While struggling

To breathe hot

Wet solid air

 

Searching for

Hope-openings

Through which

To inhale