SOME IMPORTANT PHILOSOPHICAL QUESTIONS

~ George Clooney photo from the Internet

so, in the movie last night,

Vera Whazzername strides about naked,

wearing only George's tie

around her oh-so-shapely waist

while Clooney lies there,

sheet almost up to his chin...

now I ask you,

what's up with this?

What's wrong with this picture?

Who makes these movies?

The last thing I need

to be reminded of

is how great she looks naked

and still not get a peek

at George...

old, movie-making men

give me my money's worth!

Lucky for you

it was young at heart day

and I only had to pay

four bucks to get in.

~ mimi

BUCKET LIST

"Chicago" ~digitalized photo by S. Auberle

This photo has nothing to do with the post.

I just came across it and like it.

The post is actually about bucket lists.

January seems like a good time to work on one.

Do you have yours? Here's mine:

live for three months on a Greek Island

sing with a blues band

live for six months on a Greek Island

learn piano OR guitar

learn the Argentinian tango (in Argentina)

CHILLY

Photo by S. Auberle

"Mind creates the abyss;

heart crosses it."

~ Sri Nisargadatta

AT LAST! FIRST POEM OF 2010!

Digital Photo Collage by S. Auberle

AT SUNSET

clouds like roses

flung across the sky

ribbons of blue ice

trailing below

~ mimi

OH TOTO

Photo by S. Auberle

Sky Woman has returned. Though the desert and mountains are beautiful, I'm glad to be back to the land of winter, trees and big water. Still no poem, but lots of material. And ideas. And some very bizarre dream images. I wonder if traveling to a new place stimulates new dreaming? Some images were a tower, and white wolves and a woman with too much baggage. (could definitely be me--in more ways than one.) All in all, a grand trip. But, as Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz said--oh Toto, there's no place like home...

SKY WOMAN

Digital Photo Collage by S. Auberle

A sky woman I will be, flying off to the West tomorrow, assuming an approaching snowstorm allows it. Like this beautiful Native poem, I will admire cloud shapes, hope they bring thoughts and words, for a first poem of this new year, this new decade. None have yet arrived. Inspiration is needed. What better than the friendly skies? There will be a new poem, I'm sure, when I return...