judith meskill - soc.media.rocks

"... Who's to say
What's impossible
Well they forgot
This world keeps spinning
And with each new day
I can feel a change in everything
And as the surface breaks reflections fade
But in some ways they remain the same
And as my mind begins to spread its wings
There's no stoppin' curiosity
 
I wanna turn the whole thing upside down
I'll find the things they say just can't be found
I'll share this love I find with everyone
We'll sing and dance to Mother Nature's song
I don't want this feeling to go away ..."
 
Jack Johnson - Upside Down

"... HEAVEN is what I cannot reach!
The apple on the tree,
Provided it do hopeless hang,
That heaven is, to me.
 
The color on the cruising cloud,
The interdicted ground
Behind the hill, the house behind,
There Paradise is found! ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

dave campbell is no longer in our midst,
and he will be, for certain, sorely missed,
an optimistic gent, he surely was,
and here i send him love, well, just because ... xo
 
judith meskill
 
(wanda shared this very sad news about out dear friend dave today ... he will be missed ... xo)

"... Escape is such a thankful Word
I often in the Night
Consider it unto myself
No spectacle in sight
 
Escape -- it is the Basket
In which the Heart is caught
When down some awful Battlement
The rest of Life is dropt --
 
'Tis not to sight the savior --
It is to be the saved --
And that is why I lay my Head
Upon this trusty word -- ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

tracking change with nature now
snow and ice are here, and how
thought i'd give this lens a bow
nostalgic view it does endow ... xo
 
judith meskill
(shot using my canon dslr through the body & lens of a duaflex iv - fun with ttv ...)

"... I robbed the Woods --
The trusting Woods.
The unsuspecting Trees
Brought out their Burs and mosses
My fantasy to please.
I scanned their trinkets curious -- I grasped -- I bore away --
What will the solemn Hemlock --
What will the Oak tree say? ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

the butterflies did love these, in the day,
the gold finches do love them, in this way,
what once was pink profusion, now is brown,
a plethora of seeds deep in this crown ...
 
judith meskill

"... In Walden wood the chickadee
Runs round the pine and maple tree
Intent on insect slaughter:
O tufted entomologist!
Devour as many as you list,
Then drink in Walden water ..."
 
Ralph Waldo Emerson, Transition

"... 'Tis customary as we part
A trinket -- to confer --
It helps to stimulate the faith
When Lovers be afar --
 
'Tis various -- as the various taste --
Clematis -- journeying far --
Presents me with a single Curl
Of her Electric Hair -- ..."
 
Emily Dickinson
 
(my current fascination is with: emily dickinson; dictionary of image; complete herbal; and noise, textures and layers ... xo)

"... I SEE thee better in the dark,
I do not need a light.
The love of thee a prism be
Excelling violet ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

milkweed dancers in the shade
twisting gayly in the breeze
'bout to fly off through the glade
tripping lightly as you please ...
 
judith meskill

"... After all Birds have been investigated and laid aside,
Nature imparts the little Blue-Bird -- assured
Her conscientious Voice will soar unmoved
Above ostensible Vicissitude.
 
First at the March -- competing with the Wind --
Her panting note exalts us -- like a friend --
Last to adhere when Summer cleaves away --
Elegy of Integrity ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... Besides the Autumn poets sing
A few prosaic days
A little this side of the snow
And that side of the Haze --
 
A few incisive Mornings --
A few Ascetic Eves --
Gone -- Mr. Bryant's "Golden Rod" --
And Mr. Thomson's "sheaves."
 
Still, is the bustle in the Brook --
Sealed are the spicy valves --
Mesmeric fingers softly touch
The Eyes of many Elves --
 
Perhaps a squirrel may remain --
My sentiments to share --
Grant me, Oh Lord, a sunny mind --
Thy windy will to bear! ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... The name -- of it -- is "Autumn" --
The hue -- of it -- is Blood --
An Artery -- upon the Hill --
A Vein -- along the Road --
 
Great Globules -- in the Alleys --
And Oh, the Shower of Stain --
When Winds -- upset the Basin --
And spill the Scarlet Rain --
 
It sprinkles Bonnets -- far below --
It gathers ruddy Pools --
Then -- eddies like a Rose -- away --
Upon Vermilion Wheels -- ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

hello there, look at me,
i'm a rooster, you can see,
crowing to my heart's content,
here i'm standing, just to vent,
happy that i'm no turkey,
so tomorrow here i'll be ...
 
judith meskill