Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Magic Wand By Joanna Fuchs: sorry 2 c u sick! get well soon!

I wish I had a magic wand
To make it go away;
I'd wave my scepter over you
Until you were okay.
I'd think good thoughts; I'd send you love;
I'd transmit healing vibes;
My wand and I would surely beat
Whatever the doc prescribes.
But there is no magic scepter, so
I cannot cast a spell;
Just know you're constantly in my thoughts,
And I hope you'll soon be well!

sweet home to be

white house luncheon images

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Street Dance In Barcelona By Grace Schulman

Alone, I watched the solemn dance begin,
waking from a silence that deceives,
that turns footsteps, or the rustle of dry leaves
into the clatter of a tambourine.
Their voice had been rattling that day,
Rapid as drum beats, in the Catalan,
But a wilderness of hands reached toward the sun,
like wheat stalks risen from a ground of clay.
The crowd divided into perfect wheels, turning
to the stuttering of a wooden horn,
Quickened by the beating of the sun;
I had seen their angry faces burning.
Strangers, we stand alone but turn together,
As vanes become a windmill in the wind,
One hand opens for another hand,
The wheel tears only to include another.