NIGHT’S DREAM

                               NIGHT’S DREAM

                               I do waNder every where

                                             I must go and seek some dewdrops

                                        in Grove or green

                        by moonligHt

                                           sTolen away from the fairy land

                        joy and proSperity

                       since the miDdle summer’s spring

                          dance our Ringlets to the whistling wind

                  the quaint mazEs in the autumn green

                                       do Abound

       in the fresh lap of criMson rose.

note: phrases from MSND, Act Second, Scene First

musing

Musing

while twirling spaghetti with a fork

Imagine if each rubber band is story

binding the newspaper full of stories

a ball of rubber bands on my hand, 

a collection  of stories.

clearthebookshelves

We were emptying the bookshelves for room painting. I gave all the Harry Potter books to our grandchildren. Throwaway all outmoded medical textbooks.

Then in the mail, I received  a birthday gift of 2 books of poetry: Collected Poem of James Laughlin and Faithful and Virtuous Night by Louise Gluck, from a friend.

My wife said I should start decluttering again. Start the purge, she said.