Sunday, March 30, 2014

Bookmark

I am reading a book,
get interrupted, and
need to put it down.

I grab a little piece of paper,
cram it inside,
clap the book shut,
and carry it with me.

Later, I sit down to read again.

Looking at this paper, I think
of all the time I've spent
tatting pretty bookmarks
with tiny size 80 thread,

a straight row of Lily of the Valley flowers,
a gold cross with a picot-ed edge and tassel.

Do I take the time to get up and get one? No.
I just continue reading, and

put the little piece of paper,
that my kids scribbled on,
back inside my book.

By: Paula Dean Nevison



Friday, March 28, 2014

It's raining today.
Last night my fluffy clouds turned dirty gray.
That is what happens to cotton balls
when you remove the polish.

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Cotton balls across the sky reminding me to get a manicure.

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

We Are Swedes

I was texting with a friend of mine.
We were chatting about what to make for dinner.
She inspired me to write this.


You love pasta,
you should be Italian.
I love potatoes,
I should be Irish.
Instead, we are Swedes,
with our white walls,
and bleached woods
stenciled with blues, reds, and yellows,
lingonberries,
and pickled herring,
pea soup, and pancakes,
and our Christmases
with high expectations
and dutiful traditions
and the smörgåsbord of foods.

By: Paula Dean Nevison

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Crop Dusting

It's snowing pollen.
The flowers are dusting us
with their yellow sperm.

By: Paula Dean Nevison

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Bumblebee

Big fat bumblebee
hovering over this little tree.
I'm glad he's not looking at me.

By: Paula Dean Nevison

Friday, March 21, 2014

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

The Train

I've driven over these tracks
more times than I can count
and have never seen a train
until today. It is 2:15.
School, only a few blocks away,
gets out at 2:30 . . . and
I am waiting on a train.
It's not a problem for me.
I can sit here and enjoy this scene,
the majestic train clacking over the tracks.
My daughter has a club meeting.
I don't have to be there until 3:30.
I left early to drop off some hats
at a nearby place.
If this train takes too long,
then the hats will wait another day.
If not, the hats will get delivered
and I will have less time, if any,
to sit and knit and wait for my daughter.
Either way, I won't be late.
I left early on purpose, just in case.
In case of what, I did not then know.
There are a lot of things I do not control;
weather, traffic, and today – the train.

Why be impatient and in a hurry?
Plan ahead. Then don't worry.

Saturday, March 15, 2014

Celebrate with Charity

St. Patrick's Day afghan I recently finished, almost 40-inches square. 
We celebrate today with a charitycook-off and parade, and green tipped hair.

 

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Saturday, March 8, 2014

Iatrophobia

People seem bemused when they see me sit and knit.
“I don't have that kind of patience,”
they say. I just nod in acknowledgment.
I don't really have a lot of patience.
I am sitting knitting in the waiting room because
it makes the waiting disappear. I like to knit.
I hate to wait. It makes me nervous.
I fall apart and cry. I'm trying to not have a fit.
The doctor's office is my most unfavorite place to be,
even if the appointment is not for me.

By: Paula Dean Nevison

Friday, March 7, 2014


If yellow betokens infidelity,
I am an infidel.
I could not bear a yellow rose ill will
because books said that yellow boded ill,
white promised well.

However, your particular possession,
the sense of privacy,
indeed might deprecate
offended ears, and need not tolerate
effrontery.

by:  Marianne Moore

Thursday, March 6, 2014

DAFFODILS

Daffy-down-dilly has come to town
In a yellow petticoat and a green gown.

from The Real Mother Goose. Special Anniversary ed. Chicago, Rand McNally & Co., 1966. Print.

And here's a link to Daffodils by William Wordsworth, http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daffodils/.

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Flower of March - Daffodil

This month is synonymous with the onset of spring (in the Northern Hemisphere). Accordingly the flower associated with this month is Daffodil also known as Jonquil or Narcissus. The colours of the bloom include white, yellow and orange. A gift of these flowers conveys the hidden meaning of friendship and happiness.
Daffodils have inspired many including the famous writers and the poet, Wordsworth, wrote probably the most frequently recited lines of poetry today, "I wandered lonely as a cloud". He probably did, you probably won't. The daffodils he referred to were discovered on a walk in the woods at Gowbarrow Park overlooking Ullswater and adjacent to the Aira Force Waterfall, which tumbles 70 feet down a rocky ravine before joining the Ullswater Lake, where they still flower today. 
http://www.photographers-resource.co.uk/locations/Nature/UK_daffodil_locations.htm

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Happy Mardi Gras

Masks, moonpies, and beads,
revelry in Mobile streets,
Mardi Gras parades.

Unlike yesterday's pretty weather,
today is cold, drizzly, gray
(30 degrees colder than normal).
Didn't matter.
The revelry continued anyway.

Monday, March 3, 2014

Orange Beach

Orange Beach,
blue sky,
breeze blowing leaves.
Warm sunny day
seen through the office window.

Black night sky,
street lights,
head lights,
stop lights,
billboard lights,
lighted business signs.
I don't know if it is cloudy or clear.
It's too light to see the stars
through the window of my car
driving home from
Orange Beach.

by: Paula Dean Nevison