Visual Haiku: California Dreams

The concept of a “visual haiku” was contributed by a Glover Gardens Cookbook follower via a comment on one of my posts, a photo of three things.  I love that idea!  Here’s another: an arch, some morning glories and the California horizon, taken during a recent Wine for No Reason trek to the Temecula Valley.  We were at the Frangipani Winery, a very warm and welcoming place.

fullsizeoutput_f7c.jpeg
The view from Frangipani Winery

arch framing blue sky
morning glories glorious
California dreams

Interested?  Here’s more:

Copyright 2017, Glover Gardens Cookbook

memory-honey (another poem for Dad)

i’m a bee right now, landing on memory-flowers
maybe i can make them into honey
maybe that’s a way to share you

with those to come
those you never knew
those like me who want more

an endless jar of memory-honey
sitting on the pantry shelf of my heart

halcyon father-daughter days
golden and sweet
transformed into words

you were the essence of goodness and light
that’s why I want to share you

with those to come
those you never knew
those like me who want more

~ i’ll be making memory-honey for the rest of my days

shutterstock_435359275

This is just another little poem from a grieving and grateful daughter – I’m sure there will be more as I process this new life in the world without him.  Thank you for reading it and allowing me to share my remarkable Dad. For more about him and the amazing childhood he and my mom made possible:

A bittersweet note here is that many of these posts include comments from my Dad.

Copyright 2017, Glover Gardens Cookbook

Visual Haiku for Memorial Day: Fence, Flag and Sky

I posted this picture from Paris last month, with a simple statement:

In Montmartre, I looked up and saw a fence, some flowers and a tower. I love Paris.”

fullsizeoutput_54b

One of the comments on the post was:  

Such vivid color! I love the photograph of the fence/flower/tower….it’s almost something like a visual haiku…”

“Visual haiku”…I like it!!! A collection of three things that make you want to walk into the picture, or learn the story. Or post one of your own.

A New Visual Haiku

So here’s my latest visual haiku, one that is very similar to the first.  It wouldn’t be a stretch to call it derivative.  Maybe I’m doing an iron fence series…but this one is for Memorial Day to honor all who have made the ultimate sacrifice.

At Jackson Square in New Orleans recently, I looked up and saw a fence, our flag, and a bright blue sky.  Let freedom ring!

fullsizeoutput_5bd

Happy Memorial Day, not only to Americans everywhere, but to all who have lost loved ones in the cause of freedom.

Copyright 2017, Glover Gardens Cookbook

A Nameless Poem in a World Full of Wonder

A friend of mine shared a poem he wrote on Facebook that speaks volumes in its simplicity. I’m sharing it here with his permission. I was itching to give it a title, and then realized that part of its beauty is that it nameless. It just iswhich is kind of the point.

I sit and ponder
Searching for answers
In a world full of wonder

Days come and go
Everything changes
Will we ever know

Days of joy and sadness
Peace and turmoil
Brilliant ones and those of darkness

How I miss some days
Thankful some are past
Nothing ever lasts

Cool summer breezes
Autumn chill
Gales of winter
Yet I cannot feel

Dusk approaches
Without fail
Hide if you must
To no avail

Prepare for the dark
And wait for the light
For surely it’s coming
Your soul will take flight

To sit and ponder
And search for answers
Robs you of joy
In this world full of wonder

The past is sadness
Yet it has gone
The future brings worries
It steals our song

Live for today
It is our present
It’s where we are

It’s where we have been
It’s where we are going
Live for now
And welcome not knowing

Thank you, Casey Sullivan, for voicing these feelings about the embracing the now in a world full of wonder.

As I was preparing this post, I saw a photo my son posted of a friend on Instagram, which he took just before finals week at the end of their freshman year at the University of Texas.  It is such a perfect match for Casey’s poem.  Looking at the picture, I can almost feel my son and his friend enjoying and absorbing the now of the near-dusk at Lake Travis in Austin, TX.

IMG_2355
Photo credit to Thomas W, with thanks to the model, the beautiful and smart Desiree

Copyright 2017, Glover Gardens Cookbook (except the poem and photo)

my days by the water

i’ll never forget my days by the water
a childhood so perfect
it almost hurts to remember

seashells and crab boils, best friends and cousins
a brother so close
he was almost my double

sunburns and skinned knees and sand in our eyes
fishing and sandcastles
huge wide-open skies

potluck parties where parents talked politics
where active listening happened
and no one left mad

“beach bum” friends of my parents, ex-soldiers
recovering from war
found peace in the waves

bonfires, fireworks, beach birthdays and family
acceptance and love as
abundant as sunshine

i’ll always remember
those days by the water


e9
Image by Bikurgurl

I stumbled on the concept of “100 Word Wednesday” in a blog called Bikurgurl and decided to participate this week, Week 15 of the challenge. The prompt was this beautiful lighthouse, and the rules are simple:  write something 100 words long, use this image or another of your choosing, and link back to the original blog. The lighthouse made me think of my childhood living by the water on a very different kind of shore on the Bolivar Peninsula in Southeast Texas.

This rough little poem came spilling out of me as I thought of those halcyon sand-ridden childhood days and so many memories flooded in.  Everything seemed so safe, so permanent, so lively-lovely in our tiny town of 600, Gilchrist, Texas.  My brother and I went to the beach almost every day, even in the winter.  My aunt and uncle moved just down the street from us, and our cousins became more like brothers. Beach birthday parties and fireworks spawned grass-fires and the scruffy men of the volunteer fire seemed delighted to be called out.  My mother made mirrors rimmed with sea shells and sold them at a local art gallery.

My parents, while definitely not hippies, had escaped the mind-numbing sameness and materialism they found in suburban life for the quirky, slower and sometimes downright backward way of life on the Bolivar Peninsula.  I didn’t realize at the time that the larger world was present, even there.  Mom and Dad hosted election parties and invited all kinds of folks from both sides of the political aisle, and taped the lively but respectful conversations to send to my uncle, who worked for Hamilton Beach in Africa and was on a plane that was hijacked on his way home (he survived).  A young man who was AWOL from the Army climbed up our stairs turned himself in to my Dad on our deck one Saturday morning while we were watching cartoons.  “Beach bums” staying in a cabin a few doors down from us turned out to be Vietnam vets, confused and weary guys trying to patch up their lives and come to terms with their experiences.  They were kind to an awkward tween-age girl; they paid me a few dollars to embroider peaceful sayings and seagulls on their frayed bellbottoms.  They remained friends with my parents long after they all left the beach for more stability inland.  Hurricane Ike took away the entire town in 2008.

So many more memories and stories, but this was supposed to be a post for 100 Word Wednesday.  So I’ll leave you with some links with related stories and a few pictures.

img20170419_18232452
In this photo, my brother was the awkward tween
img20170419_18233039
Mom on the deck; she made those macramé plant hangers
img20170419_18233303
My Dad and brother, fishing in the Intracoastal Canal, at the end of our road
Harvell House - View
The view from the deck, some years after my childhood but before Hurricane Ike

 

Copyright 2017, Glover Gardens Cookbook