a nuisance, carefree and wild
growing where blooms fall.
©Kym Gordon Moore
Who remembers Magic Eye? Yep, those computer generated 3D images embedded in repeated patterns. When you keep your focus on a specific point, let’s say in the center of the picture for example, then relax your eyes until the picture becomes blurry and doubled, you will see an image that literally draws you into the picture. Click on the image to enlarge it and try out your optical skills.
Magic Eye Illusion
invisible you are
blending into the crowd
an optical illusion
in a 3D stereogram
I stare with blurred vision
suddenly drawn into a scene
discovering you were watching me
there all along, hidden in plain sight
like a two-way mirror, a fractal game
magic eye drawing me into the frame.
© Kym Gordon Moore
There are so many poems that describe the mystical and ethereal experiences of the moon. When I saw that perfect circle of brightness in the sky through the Palladian window in my bathroom, the brilliance of its luminance made me think I left a light on, but I hadn’t.
Hundreds and hundreds of poems have been written about the moon by many notable poets like Carl Sandburg, Claude McKay, Sylvia Plath, J.R.R. Tolkien, Robert Frost, Emily Bronte, Matsuo Basho, William Butler Yeats, Amy Lowell, Robert Graves, Li Po, Ella Wheeler Wilcox, Henry David Thoreau, and Denise Levertov.
Almost instantaneously, this haiku came to me as I was caught up in another awestruck moment glancing at a full moon in the rich darkness of the night sky.
She pierces the night
with her beauty and her light
to shine with great might.
© Kym Gordon Moore
Do you play the guitar? Why do so many people love playing this popular musical instrument? Well, get your guitar muse on because April is International Guitar Month. Guitar enthusiasts around the world are finding creative ways to express their admiration and love for this instrument. During National Poetry Month, here’s a little haiku love as music fills the air!
Amplified wood box
whispers of strings-a-strummin’
© Kym Gordon Moore
Today, during National Poetry Month we commemorate the birthday of William Wordsworth (April 7, 1770 – April 23, 1850). This major English Romantic poet who, with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, helped to launch the Romantic Age in English literature. His magnum opus is generally considered to be The Prelude, a semiautobiographical poem of his early years. This work was posthumously titled and published, before which it was generally known as “The Poem to Coleridge.“
In celebration of National Poetry Month, we are featuring his poem, It Was An April Morning Fresh and Clear.
It Was An April Morning: Fresh And Clear
by William Wordsworth
It was an April morning: fresh and clear
The Rivulet, delighting in its strength,
Ran with a young man’s speed; and yet the voice
Of waters which the winter had supplied
Was softened down into a vernal tone.
The spirit of enjoyment and desire,
And hopes and wishes, from all living things
Went circling, like a multitude of sounds.
The budding groves seemed eager to urge on
The steps of June; as if their various hues
Were only hindrances that stood between
Them and their object: but, meanwhile, prevailed
Such an entire contentment in the air
That every naked ash, and tardy tree
Yet leafless, showed as if the countenance
With which it looked on this delightful day
Were native to the summer.–Up the brook
I roamed in the confusion of my heart,
Alive to all things and forgetting all.
At length I to a sudden turning came
In this continuous glen, where down a rock
The Stream, so ardent in its course before,
Sent forth such sallies of glad sound, that all
Which I till then had heard, appeared the voice
Of common pleasure: beast and bird, the lamb,
The shepherd’s dog, the linnet and the thrush
Vied with this waterfall, and made a song,
Which, while I listened, seemed like the wild growth
Or like some natural produce of the air,
That could not cease to be. Green leaves were here;
But ’twas the foliage of the rocks–the birch,
The yew, the holly, and the bright green thorn,
With hanging islands of resplendent furze:
And, on a summit, distant a short space,
By any who should look beyond the dell,
A single mountain-cottage might be seen.
I gazed and gazed, and to myself I said,
‘Our thoughts at least are ours; and this wild nook,
My EMMA, I will dedicate to thee.’
—-Soon did the spot become my other home,
My dwelling, and my out-of-doors abode.
And, of the Shepherds who have seen me there,
To whom I sometimes in our idle talk
Have told this fancy, two or three, perhaps,
Years after we are gone and in our graves,
When they have cause to speak of this wild place,
May call it by the name of EMMA’S DELL.
Today on Food Porn Friday, we are celebrating the poetry of caramel popcorn as we celebrate National Caramel Popcorn Day. Instead of taking the easy way out by going to your local market and buying some boxed caramel flavored popcorn, why not make this easy snack yourself?
This recipe for Skinny Caramel Popcorn from the SparkPeople Cookbook is an ideal snack to make that would complement any book of poetry.
Skinny Caramel Popcorn
This lightened-up version of caramel popcorn is our favorite tailgate treat.
Cool 15 minutes. Serve at room temperature. Let the popcorn cool completely before storing. Store in an airtight container for up to 1 week. Serving size is about 2/3 cup.