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Commit Poetry: Edgar Guest – and My Uncle Edgar

November 22, 2017 By Sandra Heska King

For Edgar Gilmore with congratulations and the best wishes always of another Edgar. Sincerely, Edgar A. Guest June 17, 1939 That’s the inscription inside Edgar A. Guest says: It Can Be Done, a book I found when we were packing up to move. I called my dad the other day. “Who was Edgar Gilmore?” He didn’t know. […]

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Commit Poetry: Printing in My Heart’s Wax

August 17, 2017 By Sandra Heska King

  Although I’ve forgotten a lot about my high school years, I do recall a fear of poetry, and letting my eyes roam around the room or stare at my book while I mentally begged the teacher not to call on me in class. Yet if I really was so scared, why did I torture […]

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Commit Poetry: Prufrock Complete And Worth It All

July 26, 2017 By Sandra Heska King

Prufrock

I grow old . . . I grow old . . .  Who starts memorizing poetry at my age? If someone had told me a year ago that I’d be memorizing swaths of poetry now—on purpose—starting with a 131-line T.S. Eliot poem, I might have rolled up the bottoms of my white girlfriend jeans and […]

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Commit Poetry: Prufrock – Part 7

May 9, 2017 By Sandra Heska King

Prufrock Part 7

Continuing to complete the dare issued by Tweetspeak Poetry in the fall–to memorize T.S. Eliot’s “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.” And would it have been worth it, after all, After the cups, the marmalade, the tea, Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me, Would it have been worth while, To […]

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Commit Poetry: The Stolen Child – Complete

May 4, 2017 By Sandra Heska King

The Stolen Child

  I’m still working on The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock–which is soon to be complete. But below is my whole recitation of The Stolen Child as dared by Tweetspeak Poetry for National Poetry Month. What do you think about the poem? I know there are some days I’d like to run away from some […]

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Commit Poetry: The Stolen Child – Third Stanza

April 26, 2017 By Sandra Heska King

The Stolen Child

Today I’m reciting the third stanza of “The Stolen Child” by W.B. Yeats in response to Tweetspeak Poetry’s dare for National Poetry Month. Are you memorizing along with us? Leave a comment below and a link if you are reciting it in some form. Where the wandering water gushes From the hills above Glen-Car, In […]

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Commit Poetry: Prufrock – Part 6

April 25, 2017 By Sandra Heska King

A Wrinkle in Time

  I haven’t forgotten my old friend, J. Alfred. Have any of you joined me in this Tweetspeak Poetry dare? I’m almost there. Here’s proof that I earned barista badge #9 for this stanza: And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully! Smoothed by long fingers, Asleep … tired … or it malingers, Stretched on the floor, here […]

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Commit Poetry: The Stolen Child – First Stanza

April 11, 2017 By Sandra Heska King

  Tweetspeak Poetry has issued an all-inclusive (that means to you, too) dare to commit W.B. Yeats’ poem “The Stolen Child” during National Poetry Month. Some suggest that it helps to turn the words of a poem into a song when you’re trying to memorize it. No need to with this one. Tweetspeak has already posted […]

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When You Dare To Open Doors

April 6, 2017 By Sandra Heska King

door

  So  those of you who started to follow along may have noticed I piddled out on my Lenten reposts after just six days. I’m not really sure now why I decided to dig up six weeks of old. Maybe because I’ve been so quiet and I wanted to let you know I was still […]

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One Word Less For Lent 2017 – Day 6 – To Look Younger

March 8, 2017 By Sandra Heska King

    To Look Younger For the price of a bag of oranges I’ll be an ass for my id look ten years younger redefined revitalized renewed the wizard says just follow the yellow brick road for a trial run. Word Count: 35       In the stillness, Sandy Note: I read this morning […]

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Hazy sunset. Likely effect from Canadian fire all Hazy sunset. Likely effect from Canadian fire all the way down here.
Happy first day of fall from my backyard to yours. Happy first day of fall from my backyard to yours.
Just another backyard photo… Just another backyard photo…
From my backyard tonight. From my backyard tonight.
Just another sunset. Just another sunset.
“I would like people to remember of me, how inex “I would like people to remember of me, how inexhaustible was her mindfulness.” ~ Mary Oliver in “ A Little Ado About This and That.”
Current situation. Current situation.
“This spark of life that wavest wings of gold” “This spark of life that wavest wings of gold” ~ Thomas Wentworth Higginson in “Ode to a Butterfly”
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We pulled all the milkweed because it just could not support all the caterpillars. They were eating it bare and most of them died because they ran out of food. This one butterfly found this one lone volunteer.
"I would feel more optimistic about a bright futur "I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority." ~ E.B. White (as quoted on today's page in my Franklin Planner)
"May you experience each day as a sacred gift wove "May you experience each day as a sacred gift woven around the heart of wonder." ~ John O'Donohue in "For Presence" from To Bless the Space Between Us
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Tri-colored heron stalking breakfast in my backyard.
“. . neighbor’s tree hangs heavy with mangoes “. .  neighbor’s tree hangs heavy with mangoes. They are moving in a week. They say a family from Belarus bought the house. I hope they don’t care much for mangoes.”
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"People do not grow old. When they cease to grow t "People do not grow old. When they cease to grow they become old.” ~ Emerson

It's been a while since I've written anything on my blog. Like 3 years. But I just wrote my first post on Substack. Come see?

https://sandraheskaking.substack.com/p/ten-years-ten-things
Spent a couple hours this morning with friends fro Spent a couple hours this morning with friends from @spanishriverchurch picking up beach trash. Little bits of colored and clear plastic, big bits of plastic, bottle caps, broken glass, strings, ropes, straws, socks, fast food containers, paper, cigarette holders and filters—and a couple unmentionables. Took extra care around the turtle nests. Last count was about 70 pounds, but there were also some bigger things like an abandoned chair and a plastic tent. And a big piece of burlap or something with a fishing lure and giant hook attached. D found a Macy’s gift card that he almost tossed in his bucket. But we brought it home to check the balance—$24.60! We should be able to turn that into something useful for someone. 😊
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Already dead, I am
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~ Xueyan from Time Peels All to Original White

Thanks to @tspoetry for introducing me to this beautiful collection via an Every Day Poems selection.
The cats attacked the window all night. The dog wo The cats attacked the window all night. The dog woofed all night. This morning we discovered the would-be burglar imprisoned between the screen and the glass on our bedroom slider. 

When I stepped out to release it (no bail), I was surprised by this brief bit of backyard beauty.
For most of us, knowledge of our world comes large For most of us, knowledge of our world comes largely through sight, yet we look about with such unseeing eyes that we are partially blind. One way to open your eyes to unnoticed beauty is to ask yourself, "What if I had never seen this before? What if I knew I would never see it again?" ~ Rachel Carson in The Sense of Wonder
#prayformsu #spartanstrong #spartannurse #michigan #prayformsu #spartanstrong #spartannurse #michiganstateuniversity
Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good! His faith Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good! His faithful love endures forever. ~ Psalm 136:1
A tale of two iguanas... I did not see the iguana A tale of two iguanas... I did not see the iguana in the background until I downloaded the photos. That, I believe, is the one that got caught in one of the openings in the neighbor's chain link fence. We tried in several (safe) ways to dislodge it without luck and could think of no other option but to leave it. Somehow it apparently dislodged itself. We also believe this is the pair that was getting into another neighbor's garden. We haven't seen either one since the last cold snap, so we are wondering if they survived. 
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Thinking some may have tumbled from their perches last night. Pretty sure it will be raining iguanas tonight since we are under a frost advisory. It's cold. And windy.
Just sing... sing a song... Singing our way into Just sing... sing a song... 

Singing our way into the weekend.
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