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the highest peak on mount olympus is Mitikas at 2919 meters high. source for this item was a shot provided by a new friend. the second such scene, this one followed, i believe, because i had at one point stated the view was ‘compelling’. that this second shot did, indeed, follow, still makes me smile for what it portends.

not content to be a compulsive writer, i find myself tonight studying various poetic forms. hah. i am looking for trouble, of course. boredom sends me seeking challenges and in the well of over 300 forms of poetic possibility, there is plenty to be found. i decide upon sonnets because they are at once short and structured. the various types – italian, english, subsets therein, offer flexibility in the form that will be enjoyable as well as demanding. now to decide upon topics. i chunk it all into the hopper of the great la brea in the back of my […]

source by an unknowing contributor, who sent a photo and a plea from which this piece instantly was inspired. sanguine is defined as “cheerfully optimistic, hopeful, or confident: a sanguine disposition; sanguine expectations.” i smiled for it.

Dear J.R.R. Tolkien was a linguist, an inventor of language and history and myth. Among his many efforts, the following neologism: Eucatastrophe – (n) – The sudden turning from bad to good; an unexpected shift from despair to hope; the arrival of remedy in the midst of ruin.

quiet harp strings strung in my chest restless for symphonies unplayed rustling now when i bend down hug myself and exhale review pictures smiling, sighing happy life, happy wife, and child i see you there in the warm home imagine a good life distant finger you pluck the string leaving a resonance that lasts i see you there in the site log hear you not miss you now by radio perhaps tonight will masterful concerto play surrogate strings to soothe and lull empty ache quiet room

viridian means ‘the verdant one’. green man, bringer of life, sustainer, protector, and supplicant of aza. i suppose the parallels to shaktism are obvious, all the same, spun from appropriate source, a companion piece to the previous.

in the ancient language her name was known to mean a half of the eternal whole and, at the same time, infinite, perfect completeness. the paradox of it was both mystery and meaning. the faithful sages spent long hours expounding upon both, there, at the steps of the temple, pointing to the sacred mandala and speaking of each curve as if they were her own.

source from new life as celebrated across the waters.

I understand My long gone friend That there are many paths to tread Into the night By sweet moonlight Careful words No more swords Not behind, home But in the heart No matter which path I shall tread To edge of night All through this life Remembered Remembered This time has passed Gone brown, the grass Whatever path I may now tread Under starlight White shores, beyond Green country Swift sunrise White shores, calling I understand That we shall, one day, meet again Forsaken hope Forgotten wish Autumn glades It all fades

source from a friend, ancient themes and common ones, too. a well, tired hands pulling worn rope over rocky edge, wistful and wishful waters to sooth and nourish forgotten gardens, in which there is yet endless blooming.