We put our heads together to determine the best colours for the Sun.
“It’s hot you will burn up.” He teases as he drops the hot red ball.
“Now this circle is blue and cool to touch.” He holds the ball over his head. “There’s alot of water around Africa.”
“Is it floating?”
“Certainly not.” He moves on with his explanation. “And then this grey circle is the moon. We only have one but some planets have so many.”
“How old did you say you were?”
“I’m 8 on the earth, but I’m 34 on Mercury.” There it is again that teasing smile that says I know stuff.
We have completed our prototype. As he spins the moon around the earth he tells me, “the moon completes one orbit in just under 28 days.”
“Okay, how long does it take the earth to go around the sun?”
I mouth – 3 hundred
I hold up 6 fingers
“Close. How long is one year?”
“I know. It’s 365 days.”
“Yes.” I also know that he is teaching me how to make these science lessons come alive.
So now my friend Micah has the facts as he orbits around our classroom/ workroom.
“You sure you aren’t really 34?”
He laughs and runs off with legs that didn’t work several months ago.
“Did I mention you hands are going to be famous!!!” I call out from the porch.
“Yes, I know.” He calls over his shoulder.
I can’t smile enough at the joy that radiates as children learn and thrive in East Africa.
The April 2017 A to Z Challenge begins in a few days on April 1st. All bloggers are welcome to share words, photography, you.
We just returned from Uganda so I am inspired to share about this place and these people who were so welcoming and loving (so much so that we are hoping to return soon!)
Our journey took us to the northern part of Uganda the main city being Gulu. This part of Uganda has suffered greatly under the hand of The Lord’s Resistance Army.
The Acholi one of the displaced tribes are slowly moving back to ancestral land but many of the young people are staying in the cities. One man, James, told some memories as a young child of losing his home and having to hide. He is one of the stalwart who has returned to the land he loves. He is dreaming of planting a church and building a school for the people who have returned.
Under 2 sprawling trees, hope has been rekindled for a piece of Northern Uganda.
Gather my last notes
sleep never so desired
always more elusive
more muddied in the mire
against eyelash moth fluttered
taunting at my face
stopping for full moments
slumber could not erase
those errant memories
pass me, you and I
never have I slept
since the day you died
clasp about my throat
end this misery
“goodbye” all you wrote
my end you had predicted
tables then were turned
shot in desperate dark
the killer in hell will burn
fresh white like a lily
purest scent I’d known
now a dusty red
stained the step toward home
your whisper doth entice
it draws me near the fire
wings might easily ignite
lay next to you my desire
work must yet be done
before I lay my head
I gather darkest dream
you villains breathe in dread
We celebrate your gift of using the pen to write Noir. Thank you Edgar for your inspiration to many writers
Look through her eyes
sea surges to touch my pen
Everyone has a muse – where do you find yours?
This week’s wordpress dpphoto challenge is “Muse”
I tried to count the grains of sand
I got lost there were too many in my hand
I tried to count the hairs on her sweet little head
I made braids with ribbons instead
I made friends with a duck today
as I said “goodbye”, he flew away
I tried to touch a monarch butterfly
she became a rainbow in the sky
children join the waves in dance
hoping to catch a mermaid by chance
There is so much in our world that delights and inspires. I am in awe of a God who knows how many grains of sand are in the ocean and how many hairs are on a little one’s head. It isn’t just knowledge of facts – He knows our inner being and cares for us in the high and low times.
“How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them,
Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand.
When I am awake, I am still with you.”
1 John 3:1
“How great is the love the Father has lavished on us,
that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are!”
Sharing with Poet’s United – The Poet’s Pantry today and Godinterest.
I just found Father’s Love Letter a beautiful site that is meant to encourage..
Eyes that radiate summer
warm my being in the heart of winter
strong arms hold me back
from running toward another mistake
lovingly you embrace me
though I’m a complexity of errors
Like spring’s friend the firefly
you light the way for others
unaware you humbly beam cheer
spinning daily kindnesses
like the ever dutiful spider
who weaves above my doorpost
I am drawn to your window of beauty
prismatic you make another angle
through life’s aperture
sometimes I spin in circles
and marvel at the inspiration
that you with a word place into the sky
man flips a coin
chase his own wild dreams
smooth the way for others
There are men in our world who are loving, kind, honorable. There are also men those who are narcissistic fiends. I am blessed to know (and have known) some exceptional men who have made the journey of life bearable. This is dedicated to – well he knows 🙂
Poet’s United Midweek Motif wants to recognize men this week – A Man’s Day.
To poets near and far
the images you paint
with words and feelings
my reason taint
minds strive to think
hearts to moan
on cold nights
we shiver alone
the words you’ve penned
palpate my heart
bring to my knees
soar high the earth
plunge in the deep
and with ink drops
a promise keep
“cheers to you poets
young, dead and old
to words you cherish
and those you’ve told
true to your task
forge on wordsmith
this of you I ask
and with your pen forever dip”
There are so many who have inspired: Edgar Allen Poe, Sylvia Plath, Tagore, Charles Martin, Pen of the Damned, Poets United, One Stop Poetry, Carpe Diem and oh so many more…
Regale the DAY!!!
Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival
In a drafty museum, your nakedness
Shadows our safety.
We stand round blankly as walls
(Stanza from “Morning Song”)
trees breathe life
spring gives birth to nature
a constant song
mesmerized I sit
doe cares for her speckled young
Older than the trees
each year new life
Thanks to Managua Gunn who is ghost writing for Carpe Diem today.
He speaks of the forest, the life and healing there and asks that we let the forest inspire our writing.
I am fortunate to each day be inspired by the forest in my back yard.
(I spent Saturday morning watching two young very speckled fawn skipping about the back, while the mother took a snooze.)
What does the forest inspire in your creative spirit???
won’t you come and see
loneliness? Just one leaf
from the kiri tree
Cedar umbrellas, off
to Mount Yoshimo for
the cherry blossoms
and thank you for the words of Basho timeless in meaning and inspiration…
sculpture – Jean-Baptiste Carpeaux
Each word was a thread
an interwoven part
tears like dew drops
from a broken heart
Each word was a plea
silent call to you
catching the phrase
before the wind it blew
Each word echoed love
tumbled in the waves
polished over time
waiting for the day
Each word a duet
a poem in the dust
inscribing now my fate
your embrace, I trust
Each word an inspiration
of stories that I live
inked is the promise
etched upon my skin
While penning, what does a poet seek ~ Fame, understanding, love, expression?
This week’s Prompt from Verse First
“Writer’s are lovers”
“Writers are great lovers… and great lovers realize that they are what they love.” ~ Ginsberg
Dedicated to a poet I have long revered
Photography is the © work of L. Moon 2013