Poetry Friday, in memorium

Merce Cunningham April 16, 1919 – July 26, 2009, see here for more about this legendary choreographer http://www.merce.org/index-content.html

The Light of Life

Put out that Light,

Put out that bright Light,

Let darkness fall.

Put out that Day,

It is the time for nightfall.

Stevie Smith

Poetry Friday

One of the things I bought in New York was a book on Haiku so I thought I would share this with you.

In a flash of summer lightening

Blue Mountain lake

through trees of the forest

I glimpsed water.

Shiki

The photo is one I took at Blue Mountain lake in the Adirondacks, we saw lots of lightening & rain here.  I have just managed to download my photos from Kodak so I’ll post them soon D

PS. When I looked at the photos again I realised Kodak decided not to download any photos taken in the Adirondacks, so this is a photo of the lake after the rain and was taken by Liz.

Poetry Friday

I came back from America last Thursday, It has taken this long for me to recover from jet-lag. When I got back I had to sort some problems that my middle son is having at the moment. He has aspergers and various other difficulties so this happens regularly. But I could have done without the jet lag. The poem is a reminder that we can have fun despite the things life throws at us.  I’ll blog about the US tomorrow which was fabulous!!!!

Warning

by Jenny Joseph

WHEN I AM AN OLD WOMAN I SHALL WEAR PURPLE

With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.

And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves

And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.

I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired

And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells

And run my stick along the public railings

And make up for the sobriety of my youth.

I shall go out in my slippers in the rain

And pick the flowers in other people’s gardens

And learn to spit You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat

And eat three pounds of sausages at a go

Or only bread and pickle for a week

And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry

And pay our rent and not swear in the street

And set a good example for the children.

We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?

So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised

When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

 

I think I’ll wear orange, I’m not so keen on purple, it has mourning connotations which is the last thing I need.