Exquisite

Exquisite (Randyjw; August 16, 2017)

 

Cloud cover

could never diminish

what’s perfectly made

from start to finish

The shine still sheens

through the windy bluster

For close-up scenes

show another luster

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(P.S. — Zoom-in on the stamen to see the delicate purple coloring; they’re so exquisitely made)

 

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Love (Five)

Love (Five) (Randyjw; August 9, 2017)

 

Silent nuances in the recesses of my heart

whispered words said alone in the dark

for not in vain were these feelings fraught

nor script to follow through which it aught

by doleful sigh be brought to naught

the hidden treasure never bought

 

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Butterfly

Butterfly (Randyjw; August 7, 2017)

 

Some things

as elusive as the butterfly

were never meant to be captured

but, instead given wings

Some tears

that find their way to a fall

are expressions of happiness

not of sadness, at all

Some smiles

can paper over halves that should be whole

My butterfly net

is full of holes

but I hope to catch one, yet

 

(https://youtu.be/jps-OOnGkkM)

 

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Certain Only Of Uncertainty

Certain Only Of Uncertainty (Randyjw; August 5, 2017)

 

If the road to h***

so long ago

was paved

with good intent

then each piece

my heart

were pavers

each fork

in roads

that bent

They were set

on stones of offer

for those who’d

walk its road

tho’ where the

others wavered

the paths

once past

unfold

the present

predicts no future

It only knows

past and now

if you only knew

and had a clue

then it would

let you know

somehow

 

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Randy’s Reviews: Firefly Lane by Kristin Hannah

 

Randy’s Reviews: Firefly Lane by Kristin Hannah (Randyjw; August 3, 2017

 

FIREFLY LANE. Copyright 2008 by Kristin Hannah. St. Martin’s Griffin; St. Martin’s Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, New York, 10010.

 

Firefly Lane is a fictionalized account of female friendship, which could deftly stand-in for the bonds formed in our own lives. Kristin Hannah relates a sisterhood which would be familiar to many women, as they read along through the decades of Tully Hart’s and Kate Mularkey’s interactions and emotions.

 

The two girls meet at age fourteen in the decade of the nineteen-seventies, becoming fast friends despite drastically different expressive styles. Their upbringing is also at opposite poles, inspiring “grass-is-greener” envy by both girls for the other’s lifestyle.

 

They swear fealty forever in friendship, and form a pact to follow the same career together, but maturation and life events effect reconsideration and change in later plans. The inner roiling of the girls’ thoughts as they deal with these repercussions and their impact on their relationship elicits sympathies of the reader on many levels. It did the same for me, as well, as I thought back on the same kind of situations and, even, actual details, which reminded me of female friendships shared with my own best friends.

 

Given these coincidences, the book really resonates with me. Based on the fact that it made a bestseller’s list, it apparently held appeal for many others, too. I did think the material-culture references too overdrawn, but also often nodded in appreciation of their nostalgic mention.

 

I’m afraid to encounter the seemingly wistful conclusions alluded to in other reviews, as I’ve not yet reached the end. I’m rooting for these fast, forever-friends to pull through.

 

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Trump Suggestion Box

Trump Suggestion Box (Randyjw; July 28, 2017)

 

You know I “love” Donald Trump, but I thought this was funny, nonetheless…

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Still Know

Still Know (Randyjw; July 27, 2017)

 

Tell me of your home;

of the child you were

and the places you roamed

 

Let me know

of the lessons you learned

imparted to youth

which the old ones would tell

 

stories regaled

in the tales of the bold

The pieces you kept

at heart’s depth in each fold

 

and what was left

coming into your own

 

I want to know…

 

 

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