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A Card, Some Beads and A Poem

Happy Days to you all! All the letters here are glass.

Mother’s Day in the UK was a couple of weeks ago

I love scouring the charity shops, the thrift shops, for jewellery to up-cycle in my glass work. today I found this colourful beady necklace.

Long beaded necklace

There is a lesson for us all in the following poem by Brian Patten.

Inessential Things – Brian Patten

What do cats remember of days?
They remember the ways in from the cold,
The warmest spot, the place of food.
They remember the places of pain, their enemies,
the irritation of birds, the warm fumes of the soil,
the usefulness of dust.
They remember the creak of a bed, the sound
of their owner´s footsteps,
the taste of fish, the loveliness of cream.
Cats remember what is essential of days.
Letting all other memories go as of no worth
they sleep sounder than we,
whose hearts break remembering so many
inessential things.

 
 

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A Painting, A Poem and A Banned Ad

It has been the roughest of days – rain overflowing from the guttering and streaming down the windows and wild, wild  wind, leaves blown hither and thither and strange thumps from outside while things are blown around the yard. So – I give you a  wonderful painting by Giuliana Lazzerini evoking the warmth of a summer day.

To The Sky by Giuliana Lazzerini 1998

We met Brian Patten many years ago when in Yorkshire and he signed his book, ‘Love Poems’ for me. This delightful poem is from that collection. I think we all need the ‘safeguard against imagining’ that there is ‘nothing bright or special in the world.’  There is and we need to keep reminding each other of the good, the bright and the special.

The Stolen Orange

When I left I stole an orange
I kept it in my pocket
It felt like a warm planet
Everywhere I went smelt of oranges
Whenever I got into an awkward situation
I’d take out the orange and smell it
And immediately on even dead branches I saw
The lovely and fierce orange blossom
That smells so much of joy
When I went out I stole an orange
It was a safeguard against imagining
There was nothing bright or special in the world
BP
I am a political animal though I don’t often allow that part of my life in here where I search always for the bright and the special. I read today that the following advert aimed at the Christmas market has been banned. I think it has a message that should be shared, irrespective of the company it is advertising so here it is.

https://www.businessgreen.com/bg/news/3065937/iceland-blocked-from-airing-palm-oil-christmas-advert

Checking the published post, I find that the verses of Brian Patten’s poem are all squashed together instead of three line verses. I have tried to correct this but WordPress won’t let me.

 
 

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Flags, English Grammar and Brian Patten

Truro’s flags were flapping and fluttering in the breeze this afternoon.

Truro's flags

Truro’s flags

A good friend sent me this cartoon knowing how much I would appreciate it, having spent my career as an English teacher. Thank you H.

Of all the owls.....

We once saw Brian Patten reading his poems and this is among my favourites of his.

Sometimes it happens

And sometimes it happens that you are loved and then
You are not loved,
And love is past.
And whole days are lost and among them
A fountain empties itself into the grass.

And sometimes you want to speak to her and then
You do not want to speak,
Then the opportunity has passed.
Your dreams flare up, they suddenly vanish.

And also it happens that there is nowhere to go and then
There is somewhere to go,
Then you have bypassed.
And the years flare up and are gone,
Quicker than a minute.

So you have nothing.
You wonder if these things matter and then
As soon you begin to wonder if these things matter
They cease to matter,
And caring is past.
And a fountain empties itself into the grass.

 
 

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