Sunday Poem ~

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Photo credit: Victoria Kaloss (Australian Willow)

In the Desert
by Stephen Crane

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, “Is it good, friend?”
“It is bitter—bitter,” he answered;

“But I like it
“Because it is bitter,
“And because it is my heart.”

Living Life to the Best of Your Possibility
‘One can judge a nation by the way it treats its most vulnerable’ ~ Aristotle
Victoria Kaloss

Sunday Poem ~

On the Beach at Night

by Walt Whitman

On the beach at night,
Stands a child with her father,
Watching the east, the autumn sky.
Up through the darkness,
While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in black masses spreading,
Lower sullen and fast athwart and down the sky,
Amid a transparent clear belt of ether yet left in the east,
Ascends large and calm the lord-star Jupiter,
And nigh at hand, only a very little above,
Swim the delicate sisters the Pleiades.
From the beach the child holding the hand of her father,
Those burial-clouds that lower victorious soon to devour all,
Watching, silently weeps.
Weep not, child,
Weep not, my darling,
With these kisses let me remove your tears,
The ravening clouds shall not long be victorious,
They shall not long possess the sky, they devour the stars only in apparition,
Jupiter shall emerge, be patient, watch again another night, the Pleiades shall emerge,
They are immortal, all those stars both silvery and golden shall shine out again,
The great stars and the little ones shall shine out again, they endure,
The vast immortal suns and the long-enduring pensive moons shall again shine.
Then dearest child mournest thou only for Jupiter?
Considerest thou alone the burial of the stars?
Something there is,
(With my lips soothing thee, adding I whisper,
I give thee the first suggestion, the problem and indirection,)
Something there is more immortal even than the stars,
(Many the burials, many the days and nights, passing away,)
Something that shall endure longer even than lustrous Jupiter
Longer than sun or any revolving satellite,
Or the radiant sisters the Pleiades.
Photo Credit: Kevin Adams http://www.kevinadamsphoto.com
Living Life to the Best of Your Possibility
‘One can judge a nation by the way it treats its most vulnerable’ ~ Aristotle
Victoria Kaloss

Happy Easter ~

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Living Life to the Best of Your Possibility
‘One can judge a nation by the way it treats its most vulnerable’ ~ Aristotle
Victoria Kaloss

And poetry begins!

Happy National Poetry Month – 20 Years in the running!

http://academyofamericanpoets.cmail20.com/t/ViewEmail/y/66D8C2ABAFD336A2/AB806A395DA8D49B7EEA1DAE616D4B3C

Poems, shorts stories, blog posts, flash fiction, character outlines, children’s books, IDEAS for future projects, no matter the form, April asks us for time, energy and to celebrate poetry.

Turns April rain showers into rainbows.

 

Living Life to the Best of Your Possibility

‘One can  judge a nation by the way it treats its most vulnerable’ ~ Aristotle

Victoria Kaloss

 

What’s wrong with this picture?

daffodil bloom in January

Can you guess?

This is a daffodil —-

the picture was taken on

January 3, 2016

in New Jersey

Hmmmm.

 

Living Life to the Best of Your Possibility (leaving a small footprint when possible)

‘One can judge a nation by the way it treats its most vulnerable’ ~ Aristotle

Victoria Kaloss

Photo credit: Victoria Kaloss

Yes! What Ray Charles said~

Proud Mother!

Eight years ago, old taxis hedges in the front yard, older azaleas crammed in the north-west corner

uprooted, recycled at the township yard.

New plantings strategically and intuitively landscaped

replaced the woody clippings; future paper bags,

free municipal mulch –

Last month, the Scotch pine finally germinated seeds –

pine cones

fertile,

thriving

securing

roots

home.

Living Life to the Best of Your Possibility

‘One can judge a nation by the way it treats its most vulnerable’ ~ Aristotle

Victoria Kaloss

pine maturing from living room window 2

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