well, I had a spring-time poem in mind until I read Joe's. Need to go process that one for a while.
Owed to the San Francisco Gathering
These good kind faces,
These hours of play,
These sparkling places,
These three short days.
These few small hours,
This azure bay,
This thing of ours:
This A2K.
-jjorge
applause. Thank you, jjorge.
Thanks Edgar.
BTW when are you going to come to one of these meet-ups?
Some of us in San Francisco were talking about New Orleans as an interesting site for a possible A2K gathering.
As I have explained before, I am a man of limited resources and time. Despite my bouts with cancer I am healthy enough to do anything, but, getting there is an almost insurmountable problem. That was why when somebody proposed a get together in Houston I said I could possibly attend. Since then, no concensus has been formed.
The unheard word travels,
absurd, through the wires
of technology, to this spire
of wisdom and light,
and it all feels right.
The earth prepared upon the ground
Darkened sweet with seeds to bear
Close to nature only more
To grow a life
And nurture there
Gentle light with in its depth
Concurring rain resolves its thirst
Behold a tiny existence is born
To mature and surface
From the earth
edgarblythe wrote:As I have explained before, I am a man of limited resources and time. Despite my bouts with cancer I am healthy enough to do anything, but, getting there is an almost insurmountable problem. That was why when somebody proposed a get together in Houston I said I could possibly attend. Since then, no concensus has been formed.
Edgar,
Well, maybe we'll see you in Houston one of these days,
but for now it's a great pleasure and a privilege to know you via A2K.
The sun etches a mark upon the western sky
Drifting slowly below the horizon
It greets the moon
Birds become hushed and cradled in their beds
Distant lights flicker upon the rippled lake
Tiny waves lap slowly to shore
Stars begin to twinkle above
Bustling noise has settled
Tranquility
Night has arrived
colorful writing, colorbook.
I haven't been writing for a2k lately because I joined an MSN writing group. It is going to demand a lot of attention if I am to keep up with it.
I understand Edgar, I've been quite busy myself. This past winter seemed to last longer than any others I remember. I'm into gardening big time and...finally spring is here!
I love to garden, but my lab dog has decimated my plants. She has what looks like a pig run around the perimeter by the fence. At least it doesn't take that much effort to mow now.
edgarblythe wrote:colorful writing, colorbook.
I haven't been writing for a2k lately because I joined an MSN writing group. It is going to demand a lot of attention if I am to keep up with it.
Don't forget to share some with us Edgar.
Spring launches encompassing storms
Disquieting life in requiem style
Immense winds rage
Raindrops bombard uneven rank
A reckoning of worth is spoiled
Scattered remnants of hopes
Shattered as broken glass
edgar, I suppose that's what you get for buying a dog made in a lab. A proper breeder would probably have been a better choice.
The cool spring air blowing
through the open window seems
to be sowing seeds of memory,
summer camp mornings, chilly,
but such a nice canvas for growing
bold in the face of nature,
to not just identify, but to truly see.
cav
The dog is improving by barely perceptable degrees. For the longest time she grabbed sox, towels, remotes, whatever, to chew up. Now she quite often brings them to me, undamaged. This morning I dropped a sock on the floor without knowing it. She picked it up and placed it on my lap, unchewed. That deserved a special little treat.
edgar, that did indeed deserve a treat.
and expects to be just as good! 
