Passing on a little sunshine, but first, a reality check.

sunbloga  (Click the award to visit Cathy at One Pink Goose)

 

Reality Bytes

I don’t know you; you don’t know me;

we don’t really live on this pixel-filled screen.

I may book my face, or key in a bird-call,

but when it comes to it, you don’t know me at all.

I could be a lump who just sits on the sofa

eating bon bons and creampuffs—a bonafide loafer!

You might be one who works high in the ranks

with a desk full of docs and a margin that tanks.

I may just have had words with the  man in my life,

you could have slipped as you chopped with your knife,

but the mask we will post when we daily in-log,

in the main, is contentment to buoy up the blog,

and circus the masses who read us each day;

far be it from me to say, I’m not okay.

If we should gripe, growl or vent, as it’s known,

we might lose our grip on the “friends” that we’ve grown,

so we keep it hush-hush; we flicker and chirp

with pictures of stuff and the words that we burp

on a regular basis for those we’ve not seen

who appear time to time in a byte on our screen,

but when we sign off for the night and it’s late

we turn round, wind down, become real—acclimate. 

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Having said all that, the task at hand for me is to name a dozen Sunny Blogs and that is relatively easy since I happen to be friendly with some very cheery people (at least that’s how they come across).  If you are a recipient below, please follow suit and pay this award forward to some sunny blogs of your own. (A link back to mine is always welcome too.)

Here are  my sunny favourites (on whom I am bestowing the blog award you find in my upper right corner).  Please visit Cathy at “One Pink Goose” – just click the award- as hers is on my list of 12 too. Her artwork is magnificent and she never fails to give the nod to her fell0w-artists.  Her blog is a feast for the eyes and the creative soul (as are all the ones listed below):

These are  folks you would be advised to visit if you’re having a glum day, you want to combat Seasonal Affective Disorder in a hurry, or if you just need a quick pick-me-up.

The B-Skep Chronicles – Michelle’s blog always brings a smile to my face.  Her children are cherubs. No really, they are! Her crafts are innovative and sweet just like she is and she always makes you feel welcome. (Go and visit her; you will find both the blog and its inhabitants charming.)

Frogs, Dogs and Ferns – I met Dan (Danuta) through Zuzana’s (more about her in a minute) blog and I have to confess that Dan and I just hit it off.  Not only do we keep up with each other’s blogs, but we have had a few lengthy and fun telephone conversations, even though she’s over in the UK.  Dan and her husband are in the midst of overhauling a cottage in the north of England, while trying to maintain and sell their home across the border, in Wales.  Dan’s warmth comes through in each of her posts and the thing that really drew us to each other is our mutual love of animals and nature, but what has cemented our new friendship is her great sense of humour.  She has a beautiful blog with great pictures and extremely well-crafted posts.  You simply must check her out!

Life Through Reflections – Zuzana’s blog out of Copenhagen, Denmark is always contemplative, tranquil and yet revivifying.  Her images, words and reflections will calm even the most unsettled mind.

Holy Blog Batman (My new friend Elizabeth Ickes is from Facebook, but when we discovered a mutual love of Catwoman from the original Batman series, it was a match made in 60s T.V. heaven! Her blog is a rich, adoring tribute to all things Batman. (Just don’t tell her that I didn’t like The Dark Knight, okay?)

Platypuss-in-boots – Looking for a bit of an escape from the madness of the world? Look no further! Enjoy the exploits of the Animals of Big Bed Land as they explore Goat Island and meditate on the world of the Monsters who co-exist with them.  Often thought-provoking and occasionally abstract, this land will exceed your expectations at every turn.

Circles of Rain – My other UK friend (with whom I share regular Instant Message correspondence) is Sarah in London, England.  Sarah is another one of those people whose creativity astounds me.  She is an art teacher for young ones by day and a prolific, diverse fabricator of multi-media creations by night.  Her blog is a visual treat and her honest and witty banter is captivating.

Yoli’s, Musings blog – Yoli has a gorgeous blog filled with inspiration and love and one dip into it is enough to restore you for a good long while.  She recently has adopted the most adorable child (you can see a picture of her right now) and I know Yoli is walking on air.

Fruit of the Carolyn – Carolyn is another woman of whom I am both in admiration and awe.  She has a good-sized family, copes with autism, has managed a goat farm and writes with grace, honesty and intelligence.  She is in the process of moving house for the 20-somethingth time! (I know that’s not a word, but it just felt right.)  A beautiful person, both inside and out, I know you’ll enjoy her as much as I do.

Johnstone Journal – Peggy was away from blogging for a very long time and I was really sorry to see her disappear from the blog-circuit because she is an exceptionally perceptive, articulate and spirited writer.  I enjoy interacting with her through comments and know she is one person I would really get on with in person.  I’m happy to say that she recently returned and I can’t recommend her posts enough.

(Okay, so I got eight done.  My shoulder’s giving out, so I’ll hold off on the other four until another time.  In the meanwhile, I hope you will take the opportunity to seek out these blogs  and leave a comment or make them your favourites.)

Have a sunny day!

Kat

Theme Thursday: “green”

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Before you read this piece below, pop over to my good friend, Eberle Umbach’s (along with the Big Bed Land Gang)  blog at Platypuss-in-Boots where you’ll find that Polar Knight (the Polar Bear) has written about Yours Truly (*blushing*) and if you scroll down to yesterday’s post on the same page, you can read about not only my poems, but also the wonderful work of Christina Rosetti, Stevie Smith and even Beatrix Potter.  Well worth your time, I must say.

 A RIDDLE

Most of us have dozens— give or take;
We try to keep them polished and pristine.
Generally, they’re real, tho’ some are fake;
And often stuff gets in between that’s green.

Some trick them out with silver, some with gold;
We use them every day, time and again.
Most can take the heat, but not the cold;
The saying goes, “They’re rarest on the hen”.

We all start out with none while still a tot,
Then lose them each in turn and cash them in,
Then gain a few with time in every spot;
They all come back again, so it’s win-win.

And when we die, they’ll be here in days hence,
In case of murder, giving evidence.

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Visit the Theme Thursday blog for more entries in today’s “green theme”.

Magpie Tales: Assignment Hungary

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Match Point

 

They stepped into the shadows

where he struck a match

and lit her cigarette.

Tendrils of smoke waltzed above their heads

and she whispered (through wine-dyed lips),

“Have you got it?”

 

He reached into his breast-pocket,

and pulled out a tan paper, folded,

as her slender gloved hand waited to palm

it from him.

 

It slid, so easily

into her clutch and she clicked it

shut.

 

It was then, he decided,

all too much had been

confided—she had to go,

 

so as she turned—to slink away into the night,

his leathered hands surrounded her

long neck.

 

Though she struggled—

valiantly (he’d have to check that

bruise on his right calf),

eventually, she slumped

and he dumped her

to the cold cobbles, where

rain was starting to spit.

 

He did a flit, but not before

sliding the letter once more behind

his lapel. Just as well, he remembered,

but

he did not recall that she had

held the box of matches as he lit her smoke

(such a gentleman)

and poked them in her pocket,

 

until he was sitting at the hotel table

with a cup of muddy coffee,

pulled out his case of cigarettes

and pat his hip for a light.

 

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Visit Willow’s Magpie Tales blog to join in or just to visit others who are playing along. (Look for the Magpie stamp in my sidebar to view other editions.)

Tuesday Poem (Thoughts while viewing the film,“Creation”)

 

Natural Selection

 

In hell,
are they swinging
for patricide,

 

since one killed Christ
and the other, God?

 

If you believe
then, they had no choice—
they were the chosen.

(Unfavourable tasks,
not an option.)

 

In another time,
they could have been
great dictators,

or any other snake
in the grass.

They had no say.

 

Maybe,
at the last

(after it was accomplished),

they confessed

to find
they weren’t to blame
from the start.

 

One swung from
the Tree of Conscience,
and one uprooted
the Tree of Life—

for Science,

but how did they know
to try theology,
or take the silver,

if not for God?

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Festival of Light, January 2010 (First Post)

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V.I.P. (R.I.P.)

 

The old year was washed out last night,

but I can’t erase these traces of you.

Not you, alone—

all of you, who

made an appearance

along the way

in my struggle

to be me.

Nanny,

I still hear

your sweet,

Sally go ‘round the sun

as you roll out the pastry—

your face smeared

with flour-dust.

Papa,

The scent of tobacco

tangs against my tongue—

as you dandle me

upon your knee.

Great Aunt, Clara,

(Dear Clara)

Your clear-bell voice

calls to me,

You must see the sweet peas

In the garden!—

Aunt Joan,

Your husky, smoke-filled

laugh-choke—

your whisper-soft, Darling,

Go on! Wear my fur coat!

Mack,

(The Man of the Sea),

calling me, “Gasoline”.

You, with yer lobsters and yer oysters

and yer brook trout.

You made a mean

Bloody Mary too!

Gentle-voiced

Uncle Bill,

I recall your quietness

(next to my boisterous dad)

and your smile.

Mr. T. ,

striding down the street

with wiry Charlie Brown,

whistling, carrying on,

smuggling out the coffee spoons

from a Saturday night shindig;

scrambling up some eggs

on the stove

for me and my sis.

Maryanne,

my mixed up friend—

Sailor-mouthed, sexy

in your sleek satins

with your cigarettes and Chivas.

Sudden death in a shower stall—

like a Stephen King scene.

I won’t forget. Ever.

And last, not least,

My father;

Tracing letters

on my bare baby-back

in an invisible game;

cooking porridge

in the cast-iron pot,

to share;

Pulling up

in the Impala

to rescue me

from a disaster-date.

Hugs and kisses

and smacks

and sharp words

and, Did you turn out the light?

Is the back door locked?

Did ye bless yourself?

Ya say your prayers?

 

I light my candle

for you all.

As the new year

begins, I call your names

to mind.

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Thanks to Totalfeckineejit for this notion of paying tribute to those from our past who are no longer in our present. Please visit his blog to be directed to others who are shining a light in remembrance.