Thursday, November 15, 2018

What Changed?



My readers now tell me that it is difficult to leave comments.  Google Blogger must have modified something in their programs.

Recently, readers try to comment on my blog, but cannot.  They send me email messages about the problem.

I find that I, too, have a similar problem and cannot reply to comments from readers that I do successfully receive.

This is a new experience.

Has anybody found a very simple, efficient way to receive comments and offer comments on Blogger?

Does anybody know what changed?



Watercolors by MJChamie

Sunday, October 28, 2018

Canopies of Glory





Branches arch streets and sidewalks,
offer shade from hot sun,
sigh in soft winds saying no relief to roots.
Time for cement to go, loose
dirt to tickle tree toes, share nutrients
and shade, softness, glory, shelter, quiet,
now shifts to autumn to show new glory.




Tuesday, October 23, 2018

Trees I Have Met

Swaying beauties, oft dismissed
columns emptily treaded around.
Look up and see their capes, the 
soft shade embracing color shape design
food shelter comfort.
Shouldn't we take better care of them?


Thursday, October 18, 2018

Morning Walk in Portland

Trees hover, leaving shadows,
dance of light, reflecting branches.
Coffee cup in hand,
I stumble over awkward sidewalks,
erupted by roots,
enjoying the beauty.






















Photo and poem by MJC

Monday, July 9, 2018

Life Change

Trivial moments spiral,
arriving nonsensically,
angst driven.
What is the catch, the trigger
turning sadness to joy and laughter?
Maybe a long, satisfying walk,
vigorous bike ride,
or a child speaking or a butterfly slipping by.
Nothing much, but awareness.
Poem and sketches by MJC













Saturday, July 7, 2018

Rainbows I Have Seen

Rainbows
celebrate light,
announcing the end of noisy blue rain storms
calming nerves caused by
lightening streaks and thunder beats of crazy drums.








Sunday, June 24, 2018

Abstract Thought through Art

Abstract Art by Jordan

Children watch everything that we do and are involved whether we know it or not.  

Yesterday, while the children and  I were doing art together, I wrote a short poem and did a brief a sketch showing them how I blog.  The result is here.

This morning, my grandson brought me a picture that he drew and asked me whether I thought it was abstract.

On the back was a poem.  His smile indicated that he had enjoyed the moment, as did I.

He is always teaching me new things.

His abstract art is above.  Here is his poem.


On his own, he is busy writing a long story, and I am looking forward to reading it.