This year spring brought us isolation and gardening at home. Last year spring presented us super blooms on every hillside in California. Hills that stay brown for nine or ten months out of the year, soaked up the precious water and turned bright green. Flowers popped out of nowhere by the side of the road giving us a dazzling display of color.
Puzzling with Poetry
Writing poetry works like a puzzle. You have to play with words, trying to make them convey meaning within the constraints of the form of poetry you are trying to write.
The site presents you with a blank screen and a stack of individual words on the right-hand side. You drag and drop the words however you want them on the screen. If you run out, you click, “more words” and keep going.
I used the site to create this Nonet using the words provided in the kit. There are several kits from which to choose, so I chose the nature kit.
When I arranged the words, I mistakenly counted words rather than syllables., so my first attempt is not a true nonet.
This was my original poem, a backwards nonet
Bright blue daffodils
Fresh wind sacred bees
Pure nature river stone tree
Gentle, thick vivid, prairie flowers murmur
Sweet poetry – stroll breathe verdant green grass
Secret wild seeds listen and relax beneath Eden’s trunk.
Granted the picture shows lupines rather than daffodils, but that was the word given by the magnet site.
After revision to focus on syllables rather than words, here is how it changed.
Secret wild seeds listen, relax
Beneath Eden’s husky brown trunk
Gentle, thick prairie flowers
Murmur sweet poetry
Fresh wind, sacred bees
Drone pure nature
NONET: A Nonet is stanzaic and written in any number of 9-line stanzas with the following syllable count per line: 9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1 syllables per line. It can be written on any subject and rhyming is optional, although they are usually unrhymed. Because of the hourglass shape of a double nonet, it’s often used to represent the passage of time.
For additional examples of poetry and a chance demonstrate your own creative talent, head over to Colleen’s and post your prowess in poetry. 🙂
You all know that I am the Klutz Queen of the Universe, but there are other kinds of gracefulness. Last week I looked around my yard where grace and beauty abound thanks to my hubby, Vince.
To me there is nothing more graceful than clouds, and if these seem to be a bit upside down it’s because they are dancing on the water. I dare anyone to be more graceful than that! 🙂
The cloud queen even impressed Puppy Girl, princess of our home. This is as close as PG comes to getting in the water unless held tightly by her mom or dad. She is anything but graceful in the water.
The trees bow their limbs in honor of her majesty. These cloud rulers of the earth are graceful, yet they get puffed up at their own beauty. Beware, “pride cometh before a fall,” my lovely sky beauties.
And lo, up springs a little competition for the rulers of the sky from these little buds that spread their fingers and toes and dance gracefully in the wind.
Who doesn’t love old barns? It’s un-American to hate barns, the image of rural life that once predominated in this country. Today the golden hour arrived with dark gray ominous clouds in the east and brilliant sunlight in the west blasting the spotlight on all the wildflowers in bloom on the foothills. I told Vince I wanted him to take me to the barn we had both decided would make a great photo shoot. I hope you agree with me.
He decided to drop me off, and let me walk home, so I took my time.
The weeds turned out to be nearly as interesting as the barn. They don’t look that high from the road, but in places they could do some intimidating. That black thing holding out gigantic arms is me to give you some perspective on the height of this particularly lovely weed. I am five feet five inches tall.
Along the way I found some items of interest. From the highway this field looks uninhabited, but wait till you see what I found. My favorite might be the road hugger.
The road has gotten a bit overgrown, but the road hugger hugs on. But I also love the old trough.
I don’t know what that bulb is, but it added to the excitement of finding the trough buried in the greenery. However, this find can’t compare to the underground house I found just lying around next door to the barn looking like a well-read book lying on a nightstand.
I’m not sure what this blue container held, but I didn’t look for a spigot. I think it might have landed here from outer space. Bob used to launch rockets not too far from here. Maybe one returned with a present.
The weeds amazed me. If they’d been in the mountains I could call them wildflowers, but here on the valley floor, I know better.
They made a great frame for my Bob’s barn.
I finally quit dallying and did what I came for. It actually still smelled like a barn inside.
Someone must have slept here a while back, and left their bed unmade.
I’m sure this bed belonged to a boy. It seriously looked like the kinds of things my brother hid under his bed, when he was a kid, except the old Halloween candy was missing here. Maybe I didn’t look hard enough. What do you mean you can’t tell it’s a bed?
It would spring up and strike you if it were a snake coiled up like this. Klutzy me, I had to bounce on it a bit. (holding my camera securely against me, of course)
The guy must have gotten mad one night and threw the head off to the other side of the room. Maybe he just had a bad dream and lost his head. Either way this sissy road hugger that came in out of the weather ended up with a bed head on it, so it’s stuck there now.
Enough with the stuff. You came here to see a barn.
This barn has an open door policy.
The view out the back is wild. (flowers that is)
It’s got good bones, and lots of them.
The open floor plan is ever popular.
Good views from every door window opening.
It’s built with long-lasting, high-quality parts.
Upon close inspection, I didn’t find any evidence of termite damage.
But if someone from Central California ever advertises foothill acreage, filled with wildflowers, with a top-notch barn, you might want to take a look first before you buy.
Thank you Bob for letting me take pictures of your barn. I loved it. 🙂 I hope my blogger friends did, too.
I took my friend Jean home after our walk, and fortunately had my camera along. Fields of grazing land in the foothills of Tulare County is several thousand acres. The bulls live the life of Riley. Cows, that’s another story. Dairies pack those poor milky females into a few hundred acres with no grass – mud/dirt only. Cows have to watch what they eat so the milk tastes right – so no tempting grass Does that sound familiar women?
Bulls, though, are treated like royalty. But, in spite of the best of the best, the grass is always greener on the other side.
This little guy wasn’t shy. I thought I would try to sneak up on him, and he posed for me without being asked. Then he came over to ME. I sat on the ground, and pretty soon I had a harem of bulls. V told me that a good photographer gets different perspectives on things by going to different levels. Good photographers don’t always take their pictures from 5’5″ in the air. So I laid down. I think the bulls wanted to make a meal of me, and I know they only eat vegetables.
I wasn’t worried. For some reason skinny barbed wired scares off the biggest bulls. So these little guys had to be safe. Right? Actually I was more worried about me being safe than I was about them. And that’s no bull!
Splotch’s owner came out when she saw me lying on the ground on the side of the road. I had to sit up every time a car drove by so they wouldn’t think there was a dead woman on the side of the road. Sure enough someone pulled off the road and asked the bull’s owner Peggy Sue, about my car pulled off the other side of the road and parked. I heard her talking about me.
They’re so cute when they are young. Unfortunately they grow up! The lucky ones look like this big fella. The unlucky ones – we eat!
I have to admit that this guy scared me some. I didn’t get down to get a better angle on him.
What would you have done if you’d seen such a bunch of cute bulls hanging around on your way home?