I read that a Bluebird is blind to the color blue. Whether that is true or not is grey, however the thought of it as true blue led to this poem.
Thought of this while waiting for a train to pass...a very long train.
The Raven - He with the moon in his mouth
"Only the shadow knows what lurks in the hearts of men."
If you can conquer darkness, you are one up on your shadow, as it cannot conquer light.
Thought of this on my jog this morning...
I work in an area that takes data, something we have a ton of and from all over, and turns it into information in various forms. The only way to get good information out is to put good data in, so Garbage In...Garbage Out is very applicable in that arena making it a relatively common phrase.
As I think about it, however, I believe it applies just as much to anything and everything we do; it applies to life.
I believe we choose the seasonings and spices we add to our perspectives. They are not always good choices, even though they may initially taste good. Who's to say that some poisons don't taste good? I do not know, nor do I want to. Yet many sprinkle away at their lives with seasonings that leave them bitter and spices that combust from their insides.
Again, I believe that is a choice, and I choose not to.
Just having a little fun...
In a microcosm of the macrocosm, this poem is the fruits of my labor, and like a mirror reflecting upon itself, it is thus named.
Naw-ledge is power....or is it?
The Origin of the Thinking Cap
As I am sure this is the most pressing thing on everyone’s minds right now, I have taken the initiative to investigate the origin of the Thinking Cap. I will now answer the questions that have been burning in our minds for decades…
The Lighthouse of Catatumbo refers to a point in the Caribbean where the river Catatumbo reaches Lake Maracaibo. This area is historically known for its extreme high frequency of lightning...so extreme it can be seen by sailors for miles thus helping guide them as a lighthouse would.
The Poets' Corner refers to a corner in Westminster Abbey where a number of poets and writers through English history have been buried. I do not remember where I had originally read about it, but one other characteristics I recall is how the sun shining through the Abbey's windows illuminates the corner with a pink hue...a candle to the sun of The Lighthouse of Catatumbo.
Two Love Bugs Flying Into The Light is a story of perspectives, particularly those of an optimist and a pessimist.
I have always tried to look through the eyes of the optimist through life. I know the pessimist's perspective can be just as real, in fact, even balanced as if the yang to the optimist's yin, but that does not mean I have to focus on it. I believe we have the choice.
I started off my first novel,
Through the Kindness of Ravens - The Evolution of Hoke's Focus
with the quote,
“The optimist knows the glass is half full;
the realist, not to drop it.” - rAveNswAn
That is the perspective I choose.
I like making completely nonsensical connections seem plausible and make twisted sense.
It comes easy because most of this stuff is right there and ripe for the picking. The everyday phrases that, when you strip them of their cliche'-ic intention, then tie them to the absurd...well, I'd tell you more but, I gotta draw the line somewhere.
Though no reference to the face cards of a deck, I pictured them when I wrote Behind the Jester's Grin. As I have said before, I love a good joker.
I imagine there have been instances of kingdom's where this storyline would have been in sync with their realities.
I have always liked card decks; the back designs, the face cards (especially the Jokers) and even the history behind them. For example, I had read the King of Hearts represents King Charlemagne.
I imagine if the face cards could talk, the stories they could tell.
I have written several poems incorporating playing card characters. Perhaps subconsciously, I just want to give them a voice.