not-quite Journaling, 11
my wounded love—ragged wings
might be wholed by ink
needle and thread,
I stitched myself a wee bit
of art within art
4/15/2021: My first draft of this senryu read, “I stitched myself a surprise”. But “I stitched myself a wee bit” was too dark and humorously senryu(ish) to pass up (by the way, this is the back of my “Love understands / wild, weird, and me” blackout poem--2nd photo).
must, I will
be like a bat—adopt wings,
fly into your dark
4/17/2021: Today is the International Haiku Poetry Day and Bat Appreciation Day. So, of course, I had to write a love haiku. Fine, a senryu (but all senryu are haiku, so that’s cool) with a bat in it.
my tiny garden
and wee books
4/18/2021: Because the only thing better than a tiny garden in one’s bedroom is a tiny garden growing next to one’s tiny books. Every time I glance at these wee succulents, I grin with pure delight. I also love that they are a combination gift from my Piano Man and my Boy--one got me the plants and the other got me the shelf. I adore all of it (and them). What do you adore?
days I miss all
that springs in the countryside,
other days I see
New York City blooming wild
I would miss if gone.
I had to choose, I’d always choose
country living. Still, I know the city in April--flowers adorning brick
and mortar--is pure delight to see. More photos.
luring scent of loved books
(like the love of human souls)
touches the eye, the heart, the skin,
and stays within forevermore.
4/20/2021: There’s a high possibility that I have been rearranging my books--touching them, enjoying a random page or three, sniffing them--and grinning like a lunatic.
in the garden.
4/22/2021: It’s true, especially on Earth Day. Really, I know
I must put this blackout on a T-shirt.
- for Poets and Storytellers United--Writers’ Pantry# 67: Ecolinguistics.
Love your bookshelf photos, Magaly!ReplyDelete
I'm pretty sure the love is mutual.Delete
Yep, I just asked them and they started blushing!Delete
Always love your varied and delightful words and admire the arty-craft. And today I am impressed with the neatness and gleamingness of your indoor space! Oh yes, I believe you have been rearranging your books. Also I strongly suspect you of keeping up with the dusting.ReplyDelete
I am totally not keeping up with the dusting lately, lol! Well, at least not the dusting of the whole house. But somehow, the books and the plants always get cleaned first. It's just so much fun!Delete
What a great collection Magaly but the biggest laugh that came out of me were the 'Flower lovers'.ReplyDelete
Yay, for laughter!Delete
I enjoyed looking at the pictures of your plants and books, Magaly, the black-outs and the stitching – you put so much love and care into everything you do. These lines leaped out at me:ReplyDelete
‘scribble your heartbreaks,
my wounded love—ragged wings
might be wholed by ink’
and I so agree with your micro poem about books!
Thank you so much for noticing, Kim.Delete
Nice poems My favourite line "ragged wings might be wholed by ink" I truely believe that in many ways.ReplyDelete
Love books as well. We have several rotary booksales a year when I come home with a bag full to the annoyance of my husband lol More books? he says
Thank you, Marja. My husband is the world's biggest enabler when if comes to my book and plants addiction. There was a time--while my immune system was particularly bad--when I couldn't go to secondhand bookstores at all. My husband would check the shelves for things he thought I would like, or send me pictures if I wasn't sure.Delete
I have bookcases in every room except the Kitchen and Bathroom. No, that's wrong I have cook books in the Kitchen! Home is not home without books.ReplyDelete
A home without books is just a sad house.Delete
"wholed by ink" I can see the wings being filled by words and taking flight. Love your little succulents. And the one in the champagne flute! Feels like taking a sip of life. So many beautiful thoughts.ReplyDelete
"taking a sip of life"! I love that. I shall tell my dear gollum jade all about it.Delete
What a wonderful jaunt! You're on a roll. I especially love the first poem and it gives me hope about the healing and magic power of words.ReplyDelete
Yay, for hope!Delete
A joyous journey from blackout, haiku, senyru, and idle thoughts. What a lovely SUnday gift, Magaly. Thank you and God bless!ReplyDelete
You're most welcome!Delete
enjoyed your 'collection' today. you're spoiling us.ReplyDelete
your blackouts are great! put them on a t-shirt.
your bookshelves look wonderful, so neat and tidy! nothing beats the smell of fresh ink on a page. :)
I love organizing and reorganizing my books. I always think of it as playing. Even if the whole house is a mess, I'm at ease if my books are in order, lol!Delete
They are all wonderful! I love the tiny garden. I so miss a house with sunny windows. I didn't realize when I bought mine it was such a dark house. Plants and books are two of my favorite things to have around. Add a dog and I'm completely happy!ReplyDelete
I hope you can grow some shade loving green babies!Delete
Books, flowers, countryside living - they're what I adore, and your words today, Magaly. Haiku that rhyme are double the fun.ReplyDelete
I am glad you enjoyed it, Hazel.Delete
You have posted some fine work here Magaly — very engaging haiku! I have never done a blackout, but seems like a wonderful challenge. Great post!ReplyDelete
I hope you try blackout poetry, Rob. It's a lot of fun, too.Delete
Love 'fly into your dark' and 'yes' to the t-shirt (and a magnet perhaps??)ReplyDelete
I suspected you might say that, lol! I also like the idea of a garden sign.Delete
The one from 4/13 goes right to my heart. I was especially having a lot of intense feels, being that was the day of my first vaccination. Ink (and pixels) have been enormously helpful to me these last few weeks.ReplyDelete
Thank goodness for ink!Delete
(yes we do) cwsReplyDelete
and I think there is no better skill in life than to create a garden within the city confines, reminding others that life goes on XXX
You, my Gina love, always know just what to say!Delete
Words with deep sense. Art in stitching is lovely.ReplyDelete
oh, if only ink could heal all ragged wings for real! Just the thought is special. May I ask, what is The Ladybird Book of Mindfulness about? I used to read and read and read but lately...my eyes...darn. But I still read, just not as often. I too, love to touch books. There is just something about that sensory feel, the heart love. Some time ago I watched a tv program where a character gave another the book "The Secret Garden". I remarked it was my favorite book growing up. Yesterday, my husband said "I have a surprise for you". He produced that book. For me. He remembered! That was so very special. Especially since hubby is a yard person, or a garage person, or a shopping/coupon person, and never, ever a book person. He had never even been in a book store, but he went into B&N to find that book (a brave act for a non-reader lol) and had to ask for help. I will read this book again, and hope/believe I will find as much joy in it as I did as a child/teen. It is a real treasure now. Magaly, I love, love your bookends!ReplyDelete
For me, the healing is quite real. Or, I guess, a way to guide me towards what must be done in order to get healed.Delete
The Ladybird Book of Mindfulness is a hoot. It was a gift from my dear friend Gina, and every time I read it I burst into laughter. I'm going to send you a few passages...
The bit about your husband getting you the book left me all shiny-eyed in the best of ways. I can completely understand your delight. What a wonderful man you have.
I'll buy the t-shirt! LOL!ReplyDelete
I love your art! I love your words! I love all your books and plants! Your bookshelf photos are great! I adore you! Big Hugs!
And I adore you right back! 😘Delete