a gusty day

Life

a chance
to dodge through
a gusty, raw day in spring
awakened

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The OED word of the day for the erasure poem was perfect for the last day of March: 'whip.'

kaleidoscope

three ducks
swim across the still pond —
kaleidoscope

Enchanted

published every day
this experience of place.

Life's Enchanted

Every time a scene is
successfully ‘shot’
I have a chance to tell you.

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I couldn't pass up the OED word of the day: it is 'daily,' like the blog.

march weather

late march weather
changing
every five minutes —
my clothes still drying

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The last line of the poem changed on the way home.

spring symphony

The symphony of Spring!
when Yellow-flowered
Poems sing for pleasure

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The OED word of the day for the erasure poem is the British harbinger of spring: 'cuckoo.'

never ordinary

Love Like Art, joyful
and never ordinary
paint What you Will

It was, I hear,
a party for the rebellious.

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The OED word of the day for this erasure poem is 'party.'

spring embrace

spring —
the flowing creek
embraces the rocks

sun day

drawing people —
the spring sunshine

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Today's entry is dedicated to the Bellingham school prinicpal who canceled classes for a "sun day" this morning.

mistaken identity

a flash of yellow —
the spring blossoms turn out
to be a bulldozer

wearin' o' the green (cont'd)

the forest has yet
to turn the calendar page
from St. Patrick's Day

raindrop glue

made with raindrop glue
an accidental collage —
cherry blossoms

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The Seattle chapter of Urban Sketchers met at the UW Quad to sketch the cherry blossoms. Though it's hard to tell on this small one, on the larger image on the USk site you can see both the real cherry blossoms that the showers and wind cemented to my sketch (and covered me and the palette) and the bride down at the end of the walkway, taking a photogenic walk with her groom.

first day of spring

creamy trilliums
bloom under the sword ferns -
first day of spring!

the roaring

embrace the now...
the space between time.

Swallow the profound vnknowne (sic)
sink deep in respect
       excessively deep...

the roaring should link together
Light and thought

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The OED word of the day for the erasure poem is 'fathom.'

fleeting beauty

"Fleeting Beauty" says
the art museum banner —
cherry blossoms

wearin' o' the green

on St. Patrick's Day
I'll let the spring growth do the
wearin' o' the green

filing taxes,
filling out the census —
rooted in this soil

drawing pen

warm spring day
the drawing pen forgotten
in my winter coat

a small price

One hour is
a small price to pay for
"Sunset: 7:22pm"

march wind —
cherry blossoms
kiss my face

drawing daily

drawing the forest
is an amusing form which has become
a Daily dash
to Listen to the world

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Today's Oxford English Dictionary word(s) of the day: bobsled/ bobsleigh.

I did check the weather report for London - cold and rainy, no snow - so this seems a rather unseasonable choice with spring a mere eight days away and Vancouver a dim memory.

visionary ideas

visionary ideas

evolve

question

bewilder…

a conscious step towards life.

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The OED word of the day for the erasure commentary is 'ideological.'

imagination

Helpful
imagination
in Service of
peace
and
a great joy

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Thanks to the OED for its word of the day: auxiliary.

a day after confused

a day after snow
the smell of freshly mown grass —
we're all confused

nurse log

last night's raindrops
shimmering in the moss
atop the nurse log

a milky kiss

clouds,
a milky kiss
clinging to the sky,

Fleeting happiness
scents the landscape of a day

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The OED word of the day for today's erasure poem is meek.

shells in my pocket

walking on the beach
fondling shells in my pocket
the sun on my face

Alchemy of Love

material and immaterial things
an Alchemy of Love
interspersed with dust

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Today's (200th!) post is an erasure poem from the OED word of the day again: ounce.

Although I 'erased' it, I DID enjoy this from Shakespeare (Timon of Athens):

"My sweete, I hate these perridiculous asses
Whose braines containe noe, not one ounce of witte. "

Apparently, perridiculous means very ridiculous. I'm sure it will come in handy.

art, the magic

I play'd the hand

art, the Magic,
gently drawn into the net

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Today's OED word of the day for the erasure poem is 'cheater.' Am I the only person who didn't know 'cheaters' were slang for eye-glasses?

whisper of silk

the march wind
along the iron horse trail
a whisper of silk

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Encountering mile post 2,135 on a trail is enough to give one pause. Looking more closely, it says "Chicago" and the penny drops as to why this is the "Iron Horse Trail," with moss-covered piles of old railroad ties in a couple of places.

Yet more fascinating is the story, displayed at the trail head, of the silk trains that ran in the early 1900s out of Seattle to Chicago and points east. These were trains with special compartments, given priority ahead of every other train on the tracks and run at high speed with only shift and fuel changes to transport the perishable raw silk to market. To the tune of $450 million in 1928. I think that's a gazillion in today's dollars. Who Knew Fact #1,307.

irrepressible sunshine

in the spring garden
irrepressible sunshine —
daffodils

cherry blossoms

enlightenment —
from behind the wall
cherry blossoms