Happy to see this week’s Photo Challenge

While participating in the WordPress poetry challenges, I thought to write a sonnet.

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__________________ whispering

__________________ mistake

__________________ branches

__________________ lake.

__________________ remember


__________________ silvery

__________________ remains

This is an exercise for a narrative poem, a sonnet, which while often a child’s exercise does herald fare with the sophistication of Edgar Allen Poe’s The Raven, also available on the webpage I am suggesting:  http://www.creative-writing-now.com/poem-types.html

I provided a photo to add a degree of originality to my effort writing the sonnet, and today, thinking about the WordPress photo challenge this week, I recreated that same photo.


See findingenvirons1.wordpress.com/2015/10/16/neighborhood-ballad for the original photo along with a brief sonnet.


Ay, my poor timepiece, you’ve stopped telling the hour

Not from the five and dime. To repair you’d have me scour

I would have consulted you, due to know when

You’ve stopped at five past eight. Tonight midnight won’t tower

You’ve left me no recourse. I will have something new

At least, I say to you, take me through the time of ten!

It’s frustrating if I stray at night and have become lost

I look at my belt; there’s nothing there. For you, too much cost

Seldom do I need to know, I’m at my best a guess

Even past the point of dark, when there’s no more a crow

I wander, hoping for the very best, no danger, at hand, unless

This would be the one late night when I could feel a blow

I hope very much that you haven’t left to this fate

I hope you don’t think it serves me right for treading out too late

I didn’t mean to offend so much, or trample on your hand

All around the landscapes stretch, an oh-so-familiar land

If only you had lasted a little longer, on this troubled date

If I knew what time it was, the night’s escapes so grand



I grip a hammer, spilling old nails and the boards lay aside for when it has been swung. I help haul strange debris to the corners, searching for what’s underneath and not in ready shape any longer. Once in a while, I power my camera and snap photos of the action, the light on the view indicating auto. It isn’t hard to keep up. At times all I am doing is undoing, fixing a mess, or sweeping a surface or elevating shapes of wood with blocks that hold together. My fingers are gloved, for the season is winter, and they do not much feel the cold, although outside the low temperature is striking. I am lucky the work isn’t too hard. It is understood in my hands, and while my mind sometimes wanders, ultimately what I do is good for the soul.



Harvey’s mind was automatic

The book in his hands quaint

As historian he did read

Old past landscapes’ restraint

His wife came to the shadow room

To disturb him, amiss

His wife asked, “Can you take this call?”

Harvey swift gave a hiss

A moment on the telephone

“Not now!” Harvey insists

A moment to hear Harvey sneer

This request resists

“There are ways,” he spoke, when alone

“We proceed with great care.

“Never do we assist their tasks

“To call here a poor dare”

“I alone am responsible

“I am reading the annals

“For the historian is I

“There are the right channels”

“Guidelines instruct and then inform

“No one shall have their say

“Guidelines instruct and then inform

“There is no other way”

“I shall read what’s old and to learn

“Mustn’t be put to test

“I shall read mistakes in the lore

“Champions, too, I rest”

compass rose

My Best Event

animals #WorldAnimalDay

Dimensions: 3456 x 4320
Photographer: Thijs van der Weide

rodent’s burrow there beneath, walnuts.
i would eat, nothing fit for one such as i
but i wonder
where it has gone
blizzard’s escape, but too
safety the critter returned, its store
until today, when we open its retreat to the air
above, that both we and it
breathe.  it will have to live elsewhere, i think, cold or


Updated October 4: World Animal Day


Labelled the godfather of punk, though sunk

Often appalling, RCA Records stalling

Under the influence, Metal Machine Music blunder

Rising star of ’72, expected to go far

Ecstasy was a strong song of his he penned in later years

Eloquent rare but dare listen to his song

Death finally took him, the way Andy Warhol’s shook him