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April Cascade
Cherry pink petals cascade of fragile flowers
drinking in the early morning shower
shy pollinated buds bloom.
Spring air swims through a wave so gentle
the wetness trickles to tiny rivers
a surpassing caress of euphoria overcome
a spiritual healing.
Like the hovering hummingbird kisses nectar
the kiss of life.
–– Betty L Thompson
I’ve been so intrigued with the technology of the e-readers capability to download pages of a book in less then a minute and store up to 3,000 books, it’s like a virtual bookcase. After being accustomed to holding the traditional book in hand feeling the texture of the colored illustrated cover, and flipping through the creamy white pages smelling of ink, often highlighting excerpts with a yellow Sharpie marker. I was not quite certain if the Kindle was going to serve me well.
A month ago I gave in to the urge and purchased the 6” Amazon Kindle along with a soft suede jacket smelling of fresh leather, like a paperback the velvety nap with each scrape and ding sketch artsy scribbles of worn character.
Here are just a few of the features the Amazon Kindle offers that I employ for my specific need––strictly for reading books only. Replacing the yellow sharpie is the ‘My clippings’ feature, which archives a note with the name of the book, page location number and the date and time it was highlighted. The Kindle quickly flips through the pages, they may not smell of ink but the text is sharply crisp against the non-glare screen. Another fine attribute allows for creating new folders to categorize each genre in a specific folder for organization and less clutter. Specially relish downloading a free sample preview of a few pages before purchasing.
Magazine subscriptions, art and photography books are still purchased in hardcopy filling my artist desire for paper, color and ink. Everything considered I’m enjoying the Kindle.
Foolish little girl
in the eyes of the nobody
mocked at by the idea
in silence dreamed.
Her garden a sacred retreat
embraced in natures fertile soil
a breath of new life blossoms.
Memories in photos
of all that unfolds
sat day and night
finished with words.
photograph by Betty L Thompson
**BEATIFIC VISION (For a home for blind children) from the book of “Eleven Lady-Lyrics and Other Poems” by Fray Angelico Chavez
The angels have no eyes
And yet they see
A beauty in the skies
Now hid from me.
No matter how I watch,
Be it day or night,
Somehow I fail to catch
That wondrous sight.
Is this the reason why,
Be it night or day,
I lower lid on eye
Each time I pray?
This much I can surmise:
Before I find
What angels see, my eyes
must first be blind.
–Fray Angelico Chavez
Stay well my friend and have a wonderful week!
In Flight: from the Blackbird Series
Farewell to February and its fallen dark cloud dying under the bare white moon. A window the invisible healer bathed in bright morning sunshine. Beyond, songbirds roost in pink cotton balls of cherry blossom. In the sweet smell of purple lilac, crocuses, daffodils, and tulips blaze. Cool soft spikes of lush green grass peek out between young barefoot toes. A mid afternoon cleansing of spring showers leave behind rainbow filled puddles. The starry nightfall is a promise of wishes, where the Angel’s truth is written in the stars.
**photograph texture by Kim Klassen @ Shutter Sisters**
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