Saturday, August 21, 2021

Sunday Muse - The Cat

 

        The Kitten Dreams


(Dad) Don't worry dear, your kitty is dreaming 

(Child)  What's he dreaming of? 

He's dreaming of a song his mommy taught him 

Oh, that's nice, do I know that song?

No I don't think so, it's not a children's song.  My daddy taught it to me when I was a teen  

Well surely it has a name, children might know that? 

Not from your parents will you learn that 

Well, I can't make him wake up, please call me when he wakes up

That's a deal, let's let him sleep here on the couch.  I think he will dream some more and sleep better there  

Yes, this much better, I'll go play now, remember to call me when he wakes up

Goodbye

(An Aside) "Now I've got that song on my mind, perhaps becoming an ear worm"

(Dad goes away, singing softly) 

"There stands the glass, it's my first drink today . . ."

(Fades away.  Curtain closes)

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 - Prose Piece Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo from Carrie Van Horn and/or Shay a.k.a. Fireblossom at The Sunday Muse # 174http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/08/the-sunday-muse-174.html?m=1 

 - Song, "There stands the Glass" by Web Pierce 

 - There Stands the Glass -- Lyrics

There stands the glass that will ease all my pain
That will settle my brain, it's my first one today
There stands the glass that will hide all my fears
That will drown all my tears, brother, I'm on my way
I'm wondering where you are tonight
And I'm wondering if you are all right
I wonder if you think of me in my misery
There stands the glass, fill it up to the brim
Until my troubles grow dim, it's my first one today
I'm wondering where you are tonight
And I'm wondering if you are all right
I wonder if you think of me in my misery
There stands the glass, fill her up to the brim
Until my troubles grow dim, it's my first one today
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Mary Jean Shurtz / Russ Hull / A. Greisham
There Stands the Glass lyrics © Unichappell Music Inc., Jamie Music Publishing Co
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Wednesday, August 18, 2021

Weekly Scribblings - Tree of a different kind

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    The Zombie Tree 

Half living and half dead 
    zombie tree find        
Gathers moss in the wet 
    it's greyed limbs are bare
Birds galore love to perch 
    avoid it for nests 
Except eagles and owls 
    they nest with views 

Dead looking limbs and bows 
    they are live within 
Devouring bugs and worms 
    invite birds to come  
Serve woodpeckers delight 
    be no quiet nights 
Circus for Nature's wilds 
    oft eerie for man 

Wolves and coyotes applaud 
    howling approval 
Owls proud, announce their find 
    no other dare come near 
Scary nights screech and howl 
    brave souls listening in  

Still nights not for this tree 
    meant to be with crowds 
The road is too narrow 
    more traffic would help 
What it really likes is 
    having its friends near 
Wolves and coyotes bugs and 
    worms.  It likes them all 

Zombie trees always dead 
    Biologically 
Their inner spirits live 
    until destruction 
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  - Poem and Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved

 - Rosemary invited us to choose one object in nature, examine it closely, letting it inspire in us a sense of wonder, and then write our new poems or prose piece about it (prose to be 369 words maximum).
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Sunday, August 15, 2021

Sunday Muse - Music

"Self-Portrait With Accordion"
by artist Guido Vedovato
    
            The Accordion Player 


Using my assets and talents best I can 

Hands and Feet--be my most useable features 

Large hands perfectly covering the octaves 

Fingers nimble large and long tickling the keys

These feet tapping to the beat they're keeping time 


Parts you cannot see, my lungs and vocal cords 

Voice seems made for yodeling and calling cows 

Songs I play and sing echo among the hills 

Mountain top to mountain top down to valleys 

Valleys below, crowds and the lone sheep herders  


I play my accordion au natural 

plainly and precise--Nature can understand 

I love Nature and her ways, she loves me too

Small fellow, Red Fox with white face, stays with me 

But Sundays I'm at church to play the organ 


Oh, I play for weddings too.  Could it be yours?  

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked to Shay, a.k.a. Fireblossom, for the picture with The Sunday Muse #173,  http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/08/the-sunday-muse-173.html?m=1 

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