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Frequently, (I dream of)

Achingly (familiar, a)

Revolting, (similar,)

Cursed, (prosaic)

Eventualities. (odd duality, double acrosticize.)


Many Thanks to LibraryThing.com Early Reviewers Group

I just finished reading The Descartes Highlands by Eric Gamalinda. What a wonderful book! The language is vivid, the love hurts and the characters are intimate and real. Some of the scenes were strikingly painful and others so dreamlike, it was like I was there, part of the dream, swimming through it along with him. Sometimes I lost track of which character was in the lead role at the time, but the willing suspension of disbelief carried me through to the end. I wanted my happy ending, but if not entirely happy, at least there was some relief. I’ll be looking for more from this gifted author.

Reading about the circus is not nearly as exciting as seeing it in the flesh. Duh.

I received an Early Reviewers copy of “From Barnum & Bailey to Feld: The Creative Evolution of the Greatest Show on Earth” by Ernest Albrecht. Following is the first book review I have written since my extended adolescence, many years ago.

This is a scholarly book, as well as a labor of love. Ernest Albrecht provides almost too much detail in his accounting of “The Greatest Show on Earth,” how many elephants, how much they cost, how many mirrors in the elephant’s costumes, how often the costumes were laundered, and by whom, etc., etc. The relentless recounting of names and dates, facts and figures, the dizzying quantification of the circus and its evolution was couched in too few anecdotes and explanations or descriptions of the actual circus acts and performers to really hold my interest. Luckily, the format allows for skipping around and reading whatever passages may capture one’s attention. In my case, I read carefully the “1967 to 1984” chapter, looking for that spark to a sentimental childhood memory. Overall, this was an interesting book and the illustrations were delightful. I recommend it to circus enthusiasts and students. The general reader may find it a bit dry.

On the 8th Day of PAD, Blindly Struggling with BLIND

Dear God, please forgive my vain imaginings.
It seems to me the epitome of symmetry,
The way that youthful beauty in our vague beginnings
Gradually recedes to ghostly courtesy.

As my countenance resigns itself to tiny lines,
My lover’s eyesight fades to far and away.
If, in youth as in the middle, love is blind,
Then the figurative is made flesh in wisdom’s doorway.

Also deaf and can’t remember well,
Love sleeps in and doesn’t mind the snoring.
With gratitude and faith, I dare tell,
Love is smooth and satisfied like purring.

And so, dear God, I thank thee for thy humor.
Blind as all that, me and my baby boomer.

Poem Challenge, Day Six

After The Fall

Leaves change and fall, wind sweeps.
Lounging on the ground at the park,
Not too cold to dream, he falls asleep.

Soon the setting sun recalls the dark.
Night, like winter, tells a kind of death.
Then firelight illumines the Gospel of Mark.

Seeing disbelief in every breath,
The miracle is in the spring beginning
Despite the damn’d in evils to top Macbeth.

Then summer comes as certain as the sinning.
Dense air chokes a dull confession
And lightning gathers warmth into the raining.

He wakes from this, his dream of darkest seasons.
Happy now, relieved of all but reason.


First, the Trick

Blankety-blank blank-blank.
They made me walk the plank.
The yo-ho-hos were on their toes.
The sharks, so close, they stank.

I pinched my nose. I held my breath.
I said my prayers, resigned to death.
And when, at last, that moment came,
A sleeping beauty, I became.

With fun-size candy in my bed,
Gruelling dreams of dolorous dread,
My blanket clutched and wet with sweat,
That smelly beast was just my pet.

She licked my toes and sniffed my sheets,
That Mardi Gras party slog sled dog,
I bribed her with bits of doggie treats
To co-star in my poem-a-day blog.