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(Foggy morning at Cox Arboretum)

TODAY’S QUOTE: “Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.” - Robert Brault (courtesy of WALT, Ohio)


-S&G-


AND NOW that it’s Friday ... it IS Friday, isn’t it? ... I do hope at least some of you noticed that this week has brought a series of  bits and pieces posted day-to-day here, as opposed to the usual single weekly posting on Saturday. 


I still hope to come up with something for tomorrow, of course ... but for today Professor Squigglee and I would like a show of hands: 


How many would (1) prefer that we continue our efforts to share something daily or (2) revert to just a once-a-week posting? (No fair trying to stuff the virtual ballot box ... one vote per viewer, please)


Thanks in advance for your thoughtful responses.  

Thursday haiku ...

                  summer breeze -
                  the smell of fresh hay
                  from an unseen field
                                         
(originally published in Modern Haiku, later included in Bottom Dog Press anthology)
                                                                                             © 1999           

Wednesday Wanderings

BOOK NOOK: I've just finished reading Northwest Passages, by John Muir ... and now I’m taking up Earth Poems - Poems from Around the World to Honor the Earth, edited by Ivo Mosley ... so far it’s like being turned loose in a candy store.


And what’s on your reading table ... at your bedside ... or on your electronic “book” gizmo?


-S&G- 


Hey, thanks for pausing to take a look. Hope you have a great day! Take care. See ya. 

Tuesday Tattlings ...

TODAY’S QUOTE: “So truly blind is lord man; so pathetically employed in his little jobs of town-building, church-building, bread-getting, the study of the spirits and the heavens, that he can see nothing of the heaven he is in.” - John Muir, Northwest Passages


-S&G-


Hey, thanks for stopping by again ... take care ... see ya.  

Monday Musings ...

LOOKING BACK ... all the way back to November 24, 2003, when “Squiggles” existed as an e-mailed dispatch ... with fifty-one readers in fifteen states, according to a note at the top of the printout. 


Ah, those were the days! As an incentive for those readers to keep the “conversation” going, there as a standing offer of a magical, mystical, mythical GOLD STAR which could be claimed by first responders.


And the winners back then? Well, let’s see ... “First to respond to last week’s installment, no doubt about it, was Mia (OH), who was interested in getting my autograph on her copy of “Chance of Rain” (Oh! Remember that? My first collection!) ... then Doris L. (OH), who had visions of Andy Rooney as she read “If Elected” (about the practice of curmudgeonry, you may recall) ... and then there was lilting, lyrical Loree (KS), who identifies with being mistaken for someone else, Carol Burnett, for example ... not quite in the league with Marilyn Monroe, she says, but better than being mistaken for Archie Bunker’s wife.”


-S&G-


TODAY’S QUOTE: “Oh, I do my share of looking back. Problem is, you bump into so many things while doing it.” - Professor Squigglee


-S&G-


Hey, thanks for stopping by ... take care ... see ya.  

Sunday ...

BOOK NOOK - I just started reading Northwest Passages, by John Muir. And what’s on your reading table?


-S&G-


GOTTA RUN ... er, walk. Take care. See ya. 

Q and A

The following exchange is believed to have taken place between Bob and Professor Squigglee (due to recent stormy conditions and current high humidity, of course, we can’t be positive that it did ... take place, that is):


PROFESSOR SQUIGGLEE: Where have you been?


BOB: What do you mean?


PROF: I mean WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?


BOB: Why, I’ve been right here ... mostly.


PROF: Well, people ... including me ... have been wondering why there’s been no “Squiggles and Giggles” recently.


BOB: Oh, THAT ...


PROF: Yes, that. Why haven’t you posted anything? Did you forget?


BOB: No ... 


PROF: Well, I’d certainly say you didn’t REMEMBER ...


BOB: Oh, but I did. I remembered, alright ... almost every day ... 


PROF: Well, then ... why no “Squiggles”?


BOB: Oh, I don’t know ... I guess I thought nobody would notice if I took a little “spring break.”


PROF: And?


BOB: I don’t think anybody did notice.


PROF: No phone calls ... no e-mails ... no twerps and twitters ... or whatever it is those things are called these days?


BOB: Nope. Not even a single twitch. 


PROF: Still, don’t you think you’ve set up some level of expectation ... ?


BOB: Oh, I suppose. But ... you know ... when you’re in the midst of these lazy-hazy-crazy days of whatever, there’s just not much incentive to put on the running shoes and go sprinting down the lanes of random thoughts and poetry. 


-S&G-


AS I SAID, this conversation may have taken place ... maybe not. Guess we’ll just have to take a look at the tapes. Now where do you suppose those things ARE?


-S&G-


TODAY’S POEM: I can usually recall the starting point ... the impetus ... of something I've written. Not so in this case.


It might be because I've written so many. It becomes a bit difficult to recall precisely what triggered each one.


I have a feeling, though, that this one promised to be a longer piece ... perhaps a short story. I was letting my imagination run free on this scene from the close of the day. I'm not sure where it was headed ... its ultimate destination.


Writing is like that sometimes. I always like to get the words on paper ... those bits and pieces of thought which come to me of their own accord ... for, on later reflection ... and a bit of tweaking ... they may turn into something worth keeping and sharing.


This one didn't go on to bigger things. But I liked the descriptive phrases, and it appears that the editor liked them, too.


With that, here's the poem:


AT SUNSET


Dying embers of day
arc slowly on drapes
drawn tightly
like an old man's mouth
sealed against saying
that which must
not be said. His room,
steeped in darkness,
recalls a steely pool
of tension, burdened
dome of sky,
dark leaves stirring
now, a gathering
of thoughts seeking
shelter for the night.
© 1999
(originally published in Potpourri)


-S&G-

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-S&G-


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-S&G-


UNTIL NEXT TIME ... take care ... see ya!


-S&G-


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