Note: I’m once again breaking my “wait two years before you repost something” rule. Apparently, the pandemic has turned me into a protocol rebel. (But not like those idiots with guns who are protesting at state capitals. I never want to be associated with that mess.) I stumbled across this poem in the archives, scribbled ALMOST two years ago, and I feel that it resonates, in a circular way, with today…
Frosted June – #1
She remembered the times
She remembered the places
Images, muted but sharp
Some trapped in never more
Others, perhaps once more
Ripples of seasons
Spreading out, fading
Stirred anew by other stones
Same as it never was
She drinks from cracked glasses
Smudged by the faded lips of others
Tasting the wine, savoring
Then she wipes her chin
And begins again, knowing
That Spring would bring
Another song to sing
But until then
She remembered
Previous Note: Claudette recently posted a collection of stunning photos, leading me to comment that each shot in the series would be a great intro for a blog piece. She gently challenged me to make of it what I could. This is the first effort…
Current Note: Checking the records (I’m obsessive when it comes to tracking spreadsheets) I see that I only converted three of Claudette’s delicious photos into blog posts. Methinks this is an outrage that requires rectification. You?
Future Note: “I just posted my 374th post inspired by Claudette. And I’m still just as giddy and satisfied as the first time.”
Categories: Reflections
Bonnywood Manor 
Circularity in a poem, always a fan. (Same as it never was? A twist on David Byrne?)
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Or a twist on Talking Heads song, Once In A Lifetime??! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5IsSpAOD6K8
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Sorry! While I remember the band and the song, I was never aware that David Byrne “was” Talking heads. 😳
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My bad. Front man takes the spotlight. As with most good bands, the whole song exceeds the sum of the parts.
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I’ve been known to do it too. Other members come and go, but Ian Anderson is Jethro Tull.. 😀
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You got me, a twisted bone tossed to Byrne…
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I hear Barbra singing …
🎶 Memories…🎶
Beautiful imagery Brian! Your sarcasm is a thing of beauty, but your serious side ain’t too shabby neither.
Very cool, Dude!😎
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Thanks, Angie. There are little cubby holes of disparity in my fevered brain…
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I love this poem. ❤️ And the photo is wonderful, too.
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Thank you! Claudette’s photos are terrific inspiration…
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Great choice for these times. Love the photo too.
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Thanks, Peggy. I should probably dig up the other two pieces as well…
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Love the poem. Looking back at memories. It reminds me that I need to republish some of my poetry that was originally published on sites that have now folded. Time to bring them back to life.
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That’s one benefit to having blogged for many years, the troves of faded pieces that just need a little polishing up…
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Totally appropriate given the circumstances. And yes it is a travesty, a travesty! That you have not used more of her images. Now sir, if you are a man . . . of your word . . . (Its a great shot and I loved the poem. Tough love, you know)
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I promise to dig into my little keepsake box of Claudette photos and see what I can do… 😉
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In the meantime, I remember that it’s nice to read you. 😉
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Very kind of you to say!
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Lovely, Brian – and resonates still.
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Thanks, Sheila. It’s interesting what can happen if you stare at a photo long enough…
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True dat, brother.
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Timely for me since we woke up to snow this morning. Looks like it might be a frosted June indeed. I love your poem though and the photo that inspired it!
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Snow? Oh my. (I hope you don’t think I was taunting you.) I basically stole the title from Claudette, changing it from “Frosty” to “Frosted” June, so I could tinker with the time space…
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No, not at all! I loved the poem—just hope it’s not frosty here in June😊
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If we HAVE to have C-19, then they best not make us have snow too. 😡 I might go postal. Not that there would be anyone to shoot at. IF I had a gun. Prudently, nobody has given me access to one. Not that I’d know how to shoot it if I did. Um. You mentioned wine? I’ll take that, and I don’t even drink. I might just start though. Lovely bit of prose you offered. Please do share more! Claudette deserves your attention. She’s a sweetie and perhaps (after me of course) your number 1 fan…
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I would not be thrilled with snow right now, either. But at least that might help convince some people to stay at home instead of flocking to the beach…
Claudette IS a sweetie, though she might hit me for using that word. In a gentle way, of course… 😉
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Nah, I’ll just hug you hard.
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Thank you
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Take care, Brian. Stay well.
Neil Scheinin
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Thanks, Neil. You as well!
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Ah, I didn’t think that looked like one of your normal photos, but Claudette most certainly. She inspires you in marvelous ways. I hope you tipped her well. 😉
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I’ve been subtly hinting to Claudette that we should collaborate on a book. She snaps, I scribble. It could be quite the adventure…
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Thank you for all your kind words of support, lovely boost to my flagging morale this week. I love Autumn, but sometimes it messes with me, so this was a good pick up. Ya know i love ya Mr B.
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Right back at ya… 😉
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