“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Do you see her? She looks like a queen! Look at her wings all petally smoothed to perfection and the color! Couldn’t you just eat her up? Such a lucious, juicy looking orange? And the velvet brown spots on her—of course part of her protection, but oh my, I can just feel how soft they are! Look! She’s coming our way…oh my god, I think she’s going to land on you! I can feel her wings she’s so close, oh my god!
You should use the word in the title of this post as your inspiration as either a theme of the Sijo or in the poem itself.
There are:Three Lines,14-16 syllables per line. A total of 44-46 syllables for the entire poem.
The first line of the Sijo usually sets the theme.
The second line elaborates on the first line.
The third line brings the poem matter to a close.
The setting can be nature, a favorite season, or some event of your day. Something, as I mentioned above that can be contemplative in nature. Within each of the three lines there is usually a pause.
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The Concert of Aging
Grace was fading as if a dream, once being a symphony
Now a cacophony of mixed noise, hurtled in space surround
Brittle bones and awkward movements, complete a life’s orchestra.
There are many films I like with a good soundtrack but this choice is “Guardians of the Galaxy“, a fun movie I have watched a few times and still enjoy.***
This is not the worst film I ever saw but in the top 2: “Nice Guys”. I took my grandson with me promising it had to be good because it was supposed to be a comedy and because of the two actors starring—I was wrong. I refrain from posting a trailer.***
love of cats. Some people have a cat, I understand that, it’s fine…but Darlene? She takes in stray cats, multiple cats! They’re not in the hundreds yet, but close. I never thought I was allergic til I went over to her house for dinner. There was cat hair everywhere—the furniture, countertops, and I even gagged on some found in my food! That was the last straw. ***
There are protests and then there are insurrections…
An Afro wig worn by my granddaughter which made her look like one of the Jackson Five and then one of the men trying it on made me think of Abbie Hoffman and the Chicago Seven. Probably none of you remember those days but then last night I drifted into the Kent State massacre and ended up not sleeping at all. Compare the treatment of those protesters to January 6. Or maybe not…you might have a sleepless night also.
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1968 – Chicago held the Democratic National Convention and “A counterculture group known as Yippies, including Jerry Rubin and Abbie Hoffman, were also planning a “Festival of Life”, announced at a press conference on March 17,[5] to counter what they described as the Democratic “Convention of Death”.[1]: 2[4] In January, the Yippies had issued a statement that included: “Join us in Chicago in August for an international festival of youth music and theater … Come all you rebels, youth spirits, rock minstrels, truth seekers, peacock freaks, poets, barricade jumpers, dancers, lovers and artists … We are there! There are 500,000 of us dancing in the streets, throbbing with amplifiers and harmony. We are making love in the parks …”[4][2] In March, representatives of various groups met in Lake Villa, Illinois, to discuss coordination of the demonstrations; Tom Hayden and Rennie Davis drafted a proposal stating “the campaign should not plan violence and disruption against the Democratic National Convention. It should be nonviolent and legal.”
“A variety of groups convened in Chicago to protest during the convention week, including the National Mobilization Committee to End the War in Vietnam (MOBE) and the Yippies. The Black Panther Party and the Southern Christian Leadership Conference also sent representatives to protest racism.On Friday, August 23, the Yippies nominated their own candidate for president: a 145-pound pig they called Pigasus, who according to Frank Kusch, was “released to the public” at the Civic Center Plaza and promptly “arrested” by police as he was “interviewed” by journalists.”
Then the shocking dominoes started to fall…Martin Luther King was assassinated in April, Robert Kennedy in June and people like me living in Houston at the time with three young babies started to wonder if it was safe to go out of the house. The assassination of John F Kennedy in Dallas TX had shocked us all when I was a junior in high school but now it was all “coming undone” again.
I believed in the protests and the right to do it.
“by August, many Americans believed the nation was in the midst of a profound political and cultural crisis.”
To see how these people were treated for protesting and then seeing the treatment of the vicious January 6 rioters is a mind boggling idea. The Kent kids sitting and chanting were unarmed and shot dead! A tragedy! and now dragging our feet with these adult violent insurrectionists who broke into a historical government building?Those actions were not a protest!
I thought this morning maybe writing this out would help me resign myself to the fact I am basically ineffective relating thoughts of the past. Those innocent lives lost in peaceful protests haunt me.
I think the film challenge is bringing me back to some forgotten movies such as this one: “A League of Their Own”, which is apropos now that it’s baseball season again and of course always worth a second look, with needed humor.
Hot spots falling on my chest, guess I’m not at my best, movie is comedy relief, however the assuagement brief, you left angry without a word, a slamming door is what I heard, if and when you come back, we’ll discuss the love we must lack.
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