For her
“Here’s a budge, Lucy. Fresh from the garden.”
“Thank you, Homer. What lovely leaves.”
“You do not seem to be very happy about this present.”
“How can you tell?”
“By the slight wrinkle of your nose.”
“You’re right, Homer, I’m not that pleased. I’d hoped for a pretty little nimble garnished with theory instead of this vegetable, fresh as it may be.”
“Sorry to have failed you yet again.”
“You know me, Homer. Hard to please.”
– Leonard “Still Mystified” Blumfeld (© 2010)
Written with budge, nimble and theory from 3WW.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
Trembling night
The tenuous bamboo bridge spanning the double tide of the Malini river has been carried away, and now my beauteous one is cut off from me upon an island. The rain continues. Each night I climb up the hill from which I can see the trembling night of Sarmicha's house. It shines in the wet darkness like a glance through tears.
– Amaru
Not much is known about Amaru, an Indian poet who lived in the 7th or 8th century and wrote in Sanskrit – mostly about erotic love, including passion, estrangement, longing, rapprochement, joy and sorrow.
Posted for One Single Impression and Trembling.
– Amaru
Not much is known about Amaru, an Indian poet who lived in the 7th or 8th century and wrote in Sanskrit – mostly about erotic love, including passion, estrangement, longing, rapprochement, joy and sorrow.
Posted for One Single Impression and Trembling.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Laced with …
Octavius grasped the pacifier with dread.
Having to die in this manner after one insignificant battle lost seemed like a child’s cruel joke.
But then again, Gaius Julius Caesar Augustus Germanicus, better known as Caligula, often acted like a child and loved cruel jokes.
– Leonard "Historicus" Blumfeld
Written for 3WW using dread, grasp, pacify.
Having to die in this manner after one insignificant battle lost seemed like a child’s cruel joke.
But then again, Gaius Julius Caesar Augustus Germanicus, better known as Caligula, often acted like a child and loved cruel jokes.
– Leonard "Historicus" Blumfeld
Written for 3WW using dread, grasp, pacify.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Address to Ms. Lina Crumbpet
Go on living in
your birdhouse. But don’t complain
about the birdseed.
– Leonard “Haikai” Blumfeld (© 2010)
Written for Haiku Bones and Birdhouse.
your birdhouse. But don’t complain
about the birdseed.
– Leonard “Haikai” Blumfeld (© 2010)
Written for Haiku Bones and Birdhouse.
Love constellation
“Meanness is no recipe for love,”
he said and headed for the door.
“Knowing you, my dear,” she said,
“you will be back for more.”
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2010)
Written for ‘recipe’ at Sunday Scribblings.
Note
Some relationships I have occasion to observe simply appear to be doomed from whatever angle you look at them. A recipe that would save them does not seem to exist. And yet they go on and on and on...
he said and headed for the door.
“Knowing you, my dear,” she said,
“you will be back for more.”
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2010)
Written for ‘recipe’ at Sunday Scribblings.
Note
Some relationships I have occasion to observe simply appear to be doomed from whatever angle you look at them. A recipe that would save them does not seem to exist. And yet they go on and on and on...
Saturday, May 15, 2010
A reign of smiles
Shrink calmly like a dusty girl.
Flowers stalk!
Walk loudly like a cold flower.
Action is an old door.
– Leonard “All Smiles” Blumfeld (© 2010)
Written and posted for One Single Impression (Reign).
Oh my, these are times of personal crisis! What better than dada poetry to carry me through.
Flowers stalk!
Walk loudly like a cold flower.
Action is an old door.
– Leonard “All Smiles” Blumfeld (© 2010)
Written and posted for One Single Impression (Reign).
Oh my, these are times of personal crisis! What better than dada poetry to carry me through.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
For a courageous one in the world of trendy fashion
Chest orange,
undies red,
apron garish –
edible
– Leonard “Bon Courage” Blumfeld (© 2010)
A little terse poem formed from the acronym ‘courage’ for Sunday Scribblings. About a courageous acquaintance who would not hesitate to wear such strange attire and would still look stunning in it. She might wear it to teach one of her Moroccan cooking classes, for example, and look absolutely positively edible...
undies red,
apron garish –
edible
– Leonard “Bon Courage” Blumfeld (© 2010)
A little terse poem formed from the acronym ‘courage’ for Sunday Scribblings. About a courageous acquaintance who would not hesitate to wear such strange attire and would still look stunning in it. She might wear it to teach one of her Moroccan cooking classes, for example, and look absolutely positively edible...
Sunday, May 2, 2010
On your birthday
(Photo credit: juditu at morguefile.com)
For N.
If I were to com-
pare you, you’d be the lightness
of a hummingbird ...
pare you, you’d be the lightness
of a hummingbird ...
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2010)
Written for ‘hummingbirds’ at Haiku Bones.
Note
If I were to compare you ... but of course you're incomparable!
Saturday, May 1, 2010
New Sacré Coeur Environment
Recently visited Sacré Coeur in Paris transplanted to a new environment.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
One minute before burn-out
Another night of lousy sleep,
waking up early, mulling over
and over and over what’s
already facts ... and still
painful, even though I should
be used to it all by now.
I am my own best collaborator,
my own best enemy,
my own worst friend.
Oh lighten up, you master
of self-torture. Accept
the fact that this is not fate.
Get off your serious clod –
you can change it all.
– Lenny B.
Written for napowrimo #30, free day and farewell.
Not the best note for the last day of napowrimo, but an immediate reflection of the mood in which I woke up and thus some razor-edge-of-time reporting. I may yet replace this by something more upbeat.
A great big and heart-felt thank you to all the people who have stopped by to read my contributions and who have commented!
waking up early, mulling over
and over and over what’s
already facts ... and still
painful, even though I should
be used to it all by now.
I am my own best collaborator,
my own best enemy,
my own worst friend.
Oh lighten up, you master
of self-torture. Accept
the fact that this is not fate.
Get off your serious clod –
you can change it all.
– Lenny B.
Written for napowrimo #30, free day and farewell.
Not the best note for the last day of napowrimo, but an immediate reflection of the mood in which I woke up and thus some razor-edge-of-time reporting. I may yet replace this by something more upbeat.
A great big and heart-felt thank you to all the people who have stopped by to read my contributions and who have commented!
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