Thursday, March 13, 2014

Seconds Before Melting...

Maximilian, born yesterday
—Photo by Taylor Graham, Placerville



SHORTIES
—Caschwa, Sacramento

Happy as a snowflake
Seconds before melting

^^^

I am a coffee addict
There is coffee in my attic
Where I go when I’m erratic
And face mirrors to be dramatic

^^^

Put a chicken in a bucket
And it comes out with
2 breasts, 2 wings,
3 legs, and 3 thighs

^^^

There is absolutely nothing
To dread about shadows
Unless you are in one
And it defines you:
Loser

_____________________

WRONG GUILTY
—Caschwa

Bo, our Cockapoo-Terrier
Loved chocolate, which dogs
Are not supposed to eat
And one Valentine’s Day

We came home to find
Bo in the middle of our
Living room looking as
Guilty as a serial killer

He had managed to open
The package of candies
I had given to my wife
Chocolate candies

A multitude of little foil
Wrappers, each open
To an irregular shape
Surrounded our Bo

Bo knew he had taken
Action against his master’s
Wishes, but what the heck,
You’re only a dog once

Then it fell to us to properly
Condemn and punish this
Canine for his misbehavior
Stealing from us the joy

Of one human watching
Another human devour
Those candies with
Reckless abandon

We thought about it
Long and hard and
Could not come up with
A solution that would be

Sure to make Bo feel any
More guilty than he already
Did, so we got more candies
And hid them better.


______________________

AGREED
—Caschwa

I know when I am right
So I really don’t need other
People agreeing with me
For me to know that I am right

Having said that, it does comfort
Me if other people will at least
Reach out to try to understand
The gist of what I am saying

In order to achieve that goal
I must appear to be agreeable
So people will reach out to me
And hear what I have to say

Then we can proceed to
Dispute each other’s facts and
Discredit each other’s sources
With an open mind

After all of that
No matter what else
I will still know
That I am right

_______________________

Today's ClassicNip:

DAFFODILS
—William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud


That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.



Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.


The waves beside them danced; but they


Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed—and gazed—but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:



For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

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—Medusa, with thanks to Caschwa (Carl Bernard Schwartz) for his poems and for reminding us of William Wordsworth's classic take on our Seed of the Week: Daffodils, and to Taylor Graham for these photos of her newborn lamb, Maximilian—a sure sign of spring!



Maximilian and mom
—Photo by Taylor Graham