#NotSoClassicPoetry – #Promises

… NOT SO CLASSIC …

I thought it might be fun to share some “Not So Classic” poetry with you now and then, namely … MINE. So now and then, I’ll be sharing verses from my book of poetry, Summer Magic, and a few others that I’ve never shared anywhere before. Hope you’ll enjoy seeing what I came up with. Happy reading!


Promises
by Marcia Meara
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Up we climb again, My Love
On yet another autumn day,
Our trail meandering, higher, higher,
Amidst October’s blazing glory.
The pines are dressed in mossy green,
And glowing maples shed flaming leaves,
Keeping us brilliant company
Under the blue silk sky.

Remember our first time
Climbing this trail?
My God, we were young, and
Filled with each other!
You held my hand, and urged me on.
Wait until we’re there, you said,
Just wait! You’ll see it’s worth the climb.
And it was, My Love.
Oh, it was!

We stood at the top,
Locked in warm embrace,
Our hair, whipped by the wind,
Our hearts triumphant.
Gazing across the rolling hills,
Your radiant face was lit with pride,
As though you had created
All this wonder
Just for me—a wedding gift!
A thing of splendor our hearts shared,
Over and over, every autumn.
Our place. Ours alone,
As though no other lovers
Ever climbed this way.

Years and years ago, it was,
That first ecstatic, heavenward climb.
Yet here we are once more, My Own,
Returning to this ancient spot.
Proving some things do prevail—
Deepest faith, and promises
Sworn in love
Abide,
Just as the land before us does,
Rolling on into eternity.

Take me back, you begged,
Back to our mountain.
I will, My Love, I swear it.
I will.
And here we are.
I’ll keep my promise. No tears today.
But oh, for another smile, another kiss!
Another chance to see your face,
To touch your cheek, to hold your hand.
Gone by so fast, like wind-blown leaves,
All our precious hours and minutes!
But didn’t we use them well, My Love?
Oh, yes! We used them well!

My heart in pieces, I let you go,
And watch as you drift away,
A swirl of grey against the blue.
Your soul soaring, riding the wind,
Then settling lower over the valley,
As you become one
With our hills.
And someday, My Love, my only love,
You’ll feel my soul come drifting down,
To rest with yours once more,
Part of the earth in this sacred place,
You and I, together.
Forever.

#ThorsdaySmile – #Humor – #LeapYear

Thor thought it would be fun to celebrate Leap Year with some appropriate memes, but the pickin’s were surprisingly slim. I did my best, though, and here’s what I came up with! Enjoy!




And that’s it for THIS Leap Year Message! 
Hope you’re having a Happy one!

If I Disappear for A While …

 

… it will be because we’ve lost power for a bit. They are laying some new lines through our yard and our neighbor’s, and so far, we are still okay, but they’ve warned us we will probably lose power for an hour or two this afternoon as they hook up all the new stuff.

But never fear! In Arnie’s famous words … “Ah’ll be BAHCK!” 

Probably.

 

#ClassicPoetry – #RobertFrost – #TheRoadNotTaken

 

Time for another quick jaunt through the world of Classic Poetry. Robert Frost has always been another of my favorites, since being introduced to his work more than 68 years ago, when I was twelve. I love him just as much today as I did then, though I’m not sure whether that simply means I had excellent taste at age twelve, or my taste has never developed any farther. Hmmm. 

Either way, I think I’ll be sharing a few of Frost’s poems in the weeks ahead, just because … BEAUTIFUL!! (And meaningful, too.) Hope yo u enjoy today’s selection.


The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.



Robert Frost 1874 – 1963

Robert Frost was born in San Francisco to journalist William Prescott Frost Jr. and Isabelle Moodie.] His father was a descendant of Nicholas Frost of Tiverton, Devon, England, who had sailed to New Hampshire in 1634 on the Wolfrana, and his mother was a Scottish immigrant.

Frost was also a descendant of Samuel Appleton, one of the early English settlers of Ipswich, Massachusetts, and Rev. George Phillips, one of the early English settlers of Watertown, Massachusetts.

Frost’s father was a teacher and later an editor of the San Francisco Evening Bulletin (which later merged with the San Francisco Examiner), and an unsuccessful candidate for city tax collector. After his death on May 5, 1885, the family moved across the country to Lawrence, Massachusetts, under the patronage of Robert’s grandfather William Frost Sr., who was an overseer at a New England mill. Frost graduated from Lawrence High School in 1892. Frost’s mother joined the Swedenborgian church and had him baptized in it, but he left it as an adult.

Although known for his later association with rural life, Frost grew up in the city, and he published his first poem in his high school’s magazine. He attended Dartmouth College for two months, long enough to be accepted into the Theta Delta Chi fraternity. Frost returned home to teach and to work at various jobs, including helping his mother teach her class of unruly boys, delivering newspapers, and working in a factory maintaining carbon arc lamps. He said that he did not enjoy these jobs, feeling that his true calling was to write poetry.


#WeddingPictures – #FoundSome!

Found some scans of our wedding pictures on the bridge I shared with you yesterday and figured I’d share them, so you’d know we really were married there. Would you believe we don’t look a BIT different today??? (*snort!*)

Waiting on the Justice of the Peace to arrive, with Jason and Erin (who are ALSO 38 years younger than they are today. 😀  ) I don’t know why I’m caught so often with my eyes closed, but oh, well. 😀

Here we are with Mark’s mother, and my grandmother. Both of them have passed on now, so it’s nice that I have some pics with them included.

I have more around here somewhere, but that would be overkill, so I’ll leave you with these, and again, it was so much fun to visit this spot for our 38th anniversary yesterday.

#HappyValentine’sDay – #AnniversaryCelebration – #Daughter’sGoodNews

Hope you’ve all had a wonderful Valentine’s Day! Mark and I celebrated our 38th wedding anniversary today by visiting the bridge at Wekiva Springs where we were married. We spent some time walking the trails through the beautiful tropical wetlands (safely dry on boardwalks the whole way) and thoroughly enjoyed our visit. 

When we returned home, I had an email from my daughter, Erin, and the day got even better, if possible. If you live in the Arvada/Denver area of Colorado and are looking for a new house, you might consider contacting her. She’s EXCELLENT at what she does, and a really nice gal, too. 

And now it’s time for our anniversary dinner … take-out chicken wings from Publix! Hahaha.  (Yeah, I know, but we had a very full, busy day, and I don’t feel like cooking, so that’s as good as it’s going to get tonight. Maybe we’ll go out to eat tomorrow.)

Again, hope all of you have had a wonderful Valentine’s Day! 🤗❤️🤗

Fear of the Marketplace? Let’s Talk Phobias!

 

Neil Diamond
Possibly the Only
Man in the World
Who Could Have a Hit Song All About
Agoraphobia!


In case you don’t know, agoraphobia literally means “fear” (phobia) of the “agora” (the marketplace.) This is a very real phobia which generally means if you have it, you do not like to leave the safety of your own home, to go to the market or anywhere else.

I’ve been thinking about phobias a lot lately, and how they could be used in our books in very interesting ways, from frightening to funny, depending on characters and situations. Agoraphobia is a case in point. I’ve always been agoraphobic to one degree or another, depending on my age and the situation at hand. I’ve usually been able to work around it to some extent in order to live a halfway normal life, which included raising two children. But it hasn’t always been easy for me, and there have been times when I simply couldn’t make myself go out into the world at large, no matter how hard I tried.

I’m thinking about this today, because I’ve noticed that since I quit giving my nature talks locally, I’ve become more and more housebound. This is worrisome because the longer I stay at home, the less I want to leave. Let’s call it Creeping Agoraphobia.  😀 Mark started doing our grocery shopping and errand running when I was sick, and I’m happy to let him continue with both, even though I’m certainly well enough to go myself. Yep. This is Fear of the Marketplace in action.

I don’t know what I’ll do about this going forward, but it will probably be a case of getting out to various appointments that I can’t ignore (doctors and the like) and then gradually getting back to something more akin to normal (for me) behavior. This doesn’t mean I’ll be gadding about town or anything, but just that I’ll resume enough  activities to avoid becoming a true hermit.

The reason I’m writing about this today is because it occurred to me that one could create some very interesting or entertaining characters by giving them an extreme phobia or two. Not just typical  personality traits that we would usually endow our characters with, but actual, full-blown phobias.  Have any of you done this in your books? I’d be interested in knowing if you have, and if so, have your readers enjoyed meeting these characters?

If you’ve never used phobias in your writing, here are a few fairly common ones you might give some thought to:

  • Arachnophobia (Fear of spiders)
  • Ophidiophobia (Fear of snakes)
  • Acrophobia (Fear of heights)
  • Aerophobia (Fear of flying)
  • Cynophobia (Fear of dogs)
  • Astraphobia (Fear of thunder and lightning)
  • Trypanophobia (Fear of injections)

What do you think? Any of your characters ever suffered from one of these? If not, are you considering using any of them now?  Feel free to share your ideas below. (Inquiring minds–like mine–wanna know.) 😀

 

#ClassicPoetry – #JamesWhitcombRiley – “Granny”

Thought it was time for me to start getting back to some of my regular features from days gone by. Figured Monday was a good day to start, and Classic Poetry has always run on a Monday, so … here we go. Another classic poem by one of my all-time favorites, James Whitcomb Riley. I know some folks aren’t fond of the dialect, but for me, it’s perfect, and really makes the poem. Hope you like this one. (As someone who is called Granny on a very regular basis, I couldn’t resist it! Happy reading!


Granny
JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY (1859 – 1916)


Granny’s come to our house,
And ho! my lawzy-daisy!
All the childern round the place
    Is ist a-runnin’ crazy!
Fetched a cake fer little Jake,
    And fetched a pie fer Nanny
And fetched a pear fer all the pack
    That runs to kiss their Granny!

Lucy Ellen’s in her lap,
    And Wade and Silas Walker
Both’s a-ridin’ on her foot,
    And ’Pollos on the rocker;
And Marthy’s twins, from Aunt Marinn’s,
    And little Orphant Annie,
All’s a-eatin’ gingerbread
    And giggle-un at Granny!

Tells us all the fairy tales
    Ever thought er wundered—
And ’bundance o’ other stories—
    Bet she knows a hunderd!—
Bob’s the one fer “Whittington,”
    And “Golden Locks” fer Fanny!
Hear ’em laugh and clap their hands,
    Listenin’ at Granny!

“Jack the Giant-Killer” ’s good;
    And “Bean-Stalk” ’s another!—
So’s the one of “Cinderell’”
    And her old godmother;—
That-un’s best of all the rest—
    Bestest one of any,—
Where the mices scampers home
    Like we runs to Granny!

Granny’s come to our house,
    Ho! my lawzy-daisy!
All the childern round the place
    Is ist a-runnin’ crazy!
Fetched a cake fer little Jake,
    And fetched a pie fer Nanny,
And fetched a pear fer all the pack
    That runs to kiss their Granny!


James Whitcomb Riley (October 7, 1849 – July 22, 1916) was an American writer, poet, and best-selling author. During his lifetime he was known as the “Hoosier Poet” and “Children’s Poet” for his dialect works and his children’s poetry. His poems tend to be humorous or sentimental. Of the approximately 1,000 poems Riley wrote, the majority are in dialect. His famous works include “Little Orphant Annie” and “The Raggedy Man”.

Riley began his career writing verses as a sign maker and submitting poetry to newspapers. Thanks in part to poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s endorsement, he eventually earned successive jobs at Indiana newspaper publishers during the late 1870s. He gradually rose to prominence during the 1880s through his poetry reading tours. He traveled a touring circuit first in the Midwest, and then nationally, appearing either alone or with other famous talents. During this period Riley’s long-term addiction to alcohol began to affect his performing abilities, and he suffered financially as a result. However, once he extricated himself from a series of poorly negotiated contracts that sought to limit his earnings, he began to accumulate wealth and eventually became a financial success.

By the 1890s, Riley had become known as a bestselling author. His children’s poems were compiled into a book illustrated by Howard Chandler Christy. Titled Rhymes of Childhood, it was his most popular and sold millions of copies. As a poet, Riley achieved an uncommon level of fame during his lifetime. He was honored with annual Riley Day celebrations around the United States and was regularly called on to perform readings at national civic events. He continued to write and hold occasional poetry readings until a stroke paralyzed his right arm in 1910.

Riley’s chief legacy was his influence in fostering the creation of a Midwestern cultural identity and his contributions to the Golden Age of Indiana Literature. With other writers of his era, he helped create a caricature of Midwesterners and formed a literary community that produced works rivaling the established eastern literati. There are many memorials dedicated to Riley, including the James Whitcomb Riley Hospital for Children.

Happy New Year & a Quick Update

Hope you have all had a great start to 2024, and are enjoying the year so far. I’m sorry to have been absent so long, but we had a house full of company over the holidays, and immediately upon the  departure of our last guests, I came down with a lung infection. Urk. It was NOT on my planned agenda, believe me. But the good news is, the two antibiotics I was on finally kicked it out the door, and I’m feeling much better. Still moving a bit slow, but I’m sure that will soon be a thing of the past, too.  (Okay, I’ll be 80 in about 6 weeks or so, so “Slow” might be here to stay, but … slow is better than not moving at all , so I’ll take it! 😁)

Mark & I With My Daughter & Two of Our Grandkids

It might take me a while to catch up a bit, but I’m SOON going to put out a call for guest posters and we will get things back on track. I’m looking forward to a year of wonderful guests, lots of book promotions, and loads of fun all around. Let’s make 2024 SHINE with wit and humor and a ton of good books to read! 

What the heck. Let’s go ahead and get started. If you have a book or two you’d like to promote, email me, and I’ll save some dates for you, starting in February. 

In the  meantime, have a super day, everyone, and a wonderful year ahead!


Granny Says Happy New Year, Everybody!

 

#ThorsDaySmile – #AmLaughing – #Humor

Here it is, time for that legendary God of Thunder to share a few laughs with us. Yes, I know. He doesn’t look like he has much of a sense of humor, but believe me. He does. (And even if he didn’t, which of us is brave enough to tell him so?) Today, he was bragging about being as courageous as a lion, so I thought that would be a good direction to go. Enjoy!













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And That’s It for Our Version of Lion Country Safari!
Hope You Enjoyed These Silly Beasties!