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Monday, June 25, 2012

Where is Miss Rumphius?

This question has a two part answer.

Here is my office.

Here is my computer.

It's been MANY, MANY days and I'm still waiting for the new hard drive and the files from the corrupted/damaged disk to be transferred.

I don't know how folks update their blogs by phone. I just can't do it. Keep your fingers crossed that one day soon I'll get my computer back. As to my office, it looks to be behind schedule. I'm living out of bags, boxes and a storage closet. Are we having fun yet?!

I'll be back when the dust settles. I promise.

Monday, June 11, 2012

Monday Poetry Stretch - To Sleep

Woohoo! This is me sliding the stretch in under the wire! I'm operating on about 4 hours of sleep, having spent 11 hours in the Philadelphia airport waiting and hoping to get home on Sunday. I did finally make it home in the wee hours of Monday morning.

I am tired. And longing for sleep. But there is no rest for the weary. So, today I am thinking Keats might inspire us.
To Sleepby John Keats
O soft embalmer of the still midnight!
Shutting with careful fingers and benign
Our gloom-pleased eyes, embower'd from the light,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine;
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close,
In midst of this thine hymn, my willing eyes,
Or wait the amen, ere thy poppy throws
Around my bed its lulling charities;
Then save me, or the passed day will shine
Upon my pillow, breeding many woes;
Save me from curious conscience, that still lords
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole;
Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards,
And seal the hushed casket of my soul.
I'm not sure I have a sonnet in me this week, but I think I can be persuaded to write about sleep. How about you? Leave me a note about your poem and I'll share the results here later this week.

Tuesday, June 05, 2012

Tuesday is the New Monday for Poetry Stretching!

I'm feeling as though the Monday poetry stretch should just be renamed the Tuesday poetry stretch! Monday has become the enemy. I can't seem to get myself together early in the week, especially with class on Monday. 

In any case, I may be late, but I'm still feeling poetic. (Heck, I'm always feeling poetic!) 

I'm thinking about time today. Yesterday was my 18th anniversary. I don't know where the time has gone! Within two months of getting married I defended my dissertation, moved to Virginia, and began my job at the university. It truly feels like it's gone by in the blink of an eye. And don't get me started on how fast my son is growing up! He'll be moving to middle school in the fall. 

While I've been musing on time passing, I have also been reading poetry. Here's one I like to use in my math class.
Time Passes
by Ilo Orleans 
Sixty seconds
Pass in a minute.
Sixty minutes
Pass in an hour.
Twenty-four hours
Pass in a day--
And that's how TIME 
Keeps passing away!
Are you too feeling the passage of time? Then join me this week in writing a poem about time. Leave me a note about your poem and I'll share the results here later this week.