Misty & gray, windy, with the temperature expected to drop from the 40s, when I went out this morning to exercise class, to 13 by tonight. It's a Fat Tuesday of general abundance disguised as a Blue Monday.
I started teaching a class in ekphrasis this morning, too, and it's fun to be both learning & teaching--exercising muscles, joints, and brain, encouraging full range of motion in all ways.
Came home to find A Wicked Apple, by Susan Slaviero, in my mailbox, and the chapbook sale is still going on at Hyacinth Girl Press, if you want to get 2 for $9! My very-forthcoming Nocturnes is one of the options.
Here's one of the "night songs" from it:
Nocturne
--James McNeill Whistler, Nocturne—Blue and Silver: CremorneLights (1872)
No one noticed my shy shift to joy
as the lights came on in the bay.
The water reeds were characters
of an ineffable alphabet.
I switched from show tunes to Chopin,
floating on the blues.
I wrote my last testament,
left my estate to nuthatch and finch.
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6 comments:
this is on my list! to snap up a copy of your chap yet this week! (this is a week of mondays for me. ugh.)
sherry
Thanks, Sherry! Adding to the weekday confusion: local schools off Tuesday as well as Monday, for MLK and a teachers' institute.
Your poem so beautifully reflects that image.
Thank you for the reminder about Hyacinth.
Thanks, Maureen!
And that's a great deal from Hyacinth, which also offers a great deal in their subscription series, so look for that in the 2012 offerings.
I love, love, love Whistler. Now I must find some Chopin and consider a nuthatch in the field guide. No wonder I never get anything done after reading your blog.
I love, love, love YOU. And that's what it's all about, baby.
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