Lizardek

11
May
2006

PUTTING THINGS IN PERSPECTIVE

Every time I feel down, like things aren’t going my way, like people aren’t commenting on my journal (like no one wants to hear what I have to say), when I’m snappy and grumpy and everyone is causing problems and my relationships are rocky and my children are driving me nuts, that’s when the Universe invariably gets out her big cluestick and whaps me on the back of the head with it. It’s been like that lately. Feeling off-kilter, feeling a bit down and not sure why. On edge. Stage fright this far in advance of my a capella solo...

08
May
2006

ANYWHERE IS WALKING DISTANCE IF YOU’VE GOT THE TIME*

A brisk perambulation at sundown, of an evening, a fine and flowering evening, in Flyinge. The sun was a huge orange ball o’fire aglow in the west. Between it and me the tall trees of the crow party loomed, a giant’s spiky picket fence. I could see all the crow’s nests, way up high. As I walked down the snail trail, the air cooled off and the crows became agitated at my presence even with their secure distance up in the treetops. RAWK! they all screamed, and they flapped and fleaped** from nest to branch and back again. The white...

07
May
2006

THIS USERPIC IS EERILY REFLECTIVE OF HOW MY EYES LOOK RIGHT NOW, ONLY MINE ARE REDDER

I was early to our choir concert today and I sat out in the garden to wait and I closed my eyes and lifted my face to the sunlight and burned the insides of my eyelids to red. Behind my eyes the red intensified and it glowed molten and got richer and deeper and orange (orangier?) with every second. I kept thinking it would go black but it never did and then I couldn’t stand it anymore and I had to open them and cool them off with the sight of white hyacinth and wind-blowsy daffodils. Spring has boiled over...

06
May
2006

FISHING FOR COMPLIMENTS

Hrm…note to self: poetry and singing posts gather no comments. Or else it’s the dead weekend posting zone. Or else everyone is out of town. When did I become so needy addicted to dependent on interested in the responses and reactions from the figments people inside my computer? Hrm, indeed. I know! I’ll try posting my 2 latest pages from my collage book! Hey, you! Look, over here! Something shiny! (See all the collage pages so far…)

04
May
2006

POETRY THURSDAY

I don’t remember when I started writing poetry, it seems to always have been a part of my life. I have poems in scrapbooks that I wrote when I was a freckled adolescent, odes to the cats and my friends. Poetry was all around me, it seemed. There were funny little rhymes and free-form snippets in my Highlights, angsty teen horribilus later carefully cut out of Seventeen magazine and pasted lovingly onto construction paper, heavy hardback Children’s Encyclopedias full of classic poetry and fairytale stories that my mom read at bedtime, and which I still have, battered and tattered with...

03
May
2006

SING OUT LOUD, SING OUT STRONG

Sing in the car the whole way there, along the highway and up the hill, while the sky blazes blue around you. A tiny bird darts zippity up, first a no-winged bullet, then an aeroplane. Airplane should always be spelled with ‘aero’ instead. It seems more…aerodynamic, somehow. Sing as you drive up the road and down again, searching for a parking place along the edges of the park. Usually parking is no problem, but tonight it’s jampacked up one side and down the other. Is there something going on at the Stadium? In the park? Just people out enjoying the...

02
May
2006

SHORT ATTENTION SPAN THEATER

When Anders came back from Italy last week, he brought home pasta. Not just any pasta, but most especially not the kind you think of when you think of Italian pasta. No, he brought home Mickey Mouse pasta, Winnie-the-Pooh pasta, Zoo pasta, and best of all, just to get a rise out of Karin: Disney PRINCESS pasta! You can get her going just by murmuring “pretty pretty princess” under your breath; and although we try to minimize such teasing it’s not easy to restrain ourselves because she takes it so seriously and makes such hilarious faces while she stomps around...

01
May
2006

TIME KEEPS ON SLIPPIN’ SLIPPIN’ SLIPPIN’ INTO THE FUTURE

I had dirt under my nails today for the first time in god knows how long. I love green and growing things but gardening? Is not one of my passions. However, in the great job jar of life, the front yard flower bed and the little bed under the kitchen window had my name on them this morning and I could no longer avoid their accusing looks. So I went out there and weeded the damn things and then I loosened and raked up all the dirt. I didn’t water because it rained ALL DAY yesterday. And then I went...

28
Apr
2006

TODAY IS THE FIRST FRIDAY OF THE REST OF MY LIFE

On April 28th, 2004, the sun was shining in an electric-blue sky and Anders was gone for a week to Italy, which meant I had to take the kids with me to choir that night. On April 28th, 2005, the leaves were greening, the house was flooded with evening sunshine and an airplane had delivered a loved one safely home. Also, the children did not have headlice. On April 28th, 2006, the sun has been shining all day in an electric-blue sky, and Anders has been gone for a week to Italy, which meant I had to take the kids...

27
Apr
2006

POETRY THURSDAY

I have rain on the brain. This is not an unusual state of affairs in southern Sweden, where it rains a LOT. The Pacific Northwest ain’t got nothing on us. The saying, “April showers bring May flowers” was actually invented in Sweden, but the original goes more like this: “January, February, March, April, May and sometimes June showers…” It rains an average of 164 days a year in Sweden. More in the south, I’m pretty sure. My fingertips are permanently raisined and we won’t even talk about my hair. So without further ado, I present 3 excellent poems about rain....

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