JakTrakstag:typepad.com,2003:weblog-16354502009-11-15T13:11:18-06:00So I can see where I've been . . . life, humor, ideas, nature, etc.TypePadRules of the Gametag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c488340120a6a27dc1970b2009-11-15T13:11:18-06:002009-11-15T13:07:44-06:00We play the game "Survival is the Goal" offensively to wield a club of clout, defensively so what we love may stay. Late autumn falls again, the daylight's doled, all women track the moon's circular route, dense clouds drop rain...Jacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/11/circle-or-spiral.htmlAll Boats Floattag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c488340120a698bc26970b2009-11-13T16:35:02-06:002009-11-13T16:35:02-06:00if you're sluicing life a row boat and your s.o. with a motor, is this a problem or a difference to be enjoyed, and employed? my s.o. saw the boats as problem while I thought the difference good, I learned...Jacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/11/all-boats-float.htmlTrue Blue Rosetag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c488340120a6980fd6970b2009-11-13T15:15:11-06:002009-11-13T15:15:11-06:00This eternal rose is always a bud, Always unfolding, always fully open; Reason recognizes its perfume Unsullied by assume or justification - We call it love, are fed by its beauty, May trust the scent to point precisely north, A...Jacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/11/true-blue-rose.htmlDummytag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c48834012875648078970c2009-11-08T16:42:39-06:002009-11-15T13:34:32-06:00I just deleted the entry I began entering 2 hours ago when an idea entered my mind and I entertained it until the first line made an entrance as a phrase and entrained with others entered the world of words...Jacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/11/dummy.htmlPuff, Tango, Plashtag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c488340120a6607810970b2009-11-07T15:07:26-06:002009-11-07T15:05:52-06:00This morning, remembering the daily hour drive east to college into the sunrise sky dance of imagination widening sleep-drawn eyes with solar soaked art, dewy kiss, day's first smile, light's color-coded prayer for all of us across its one horizon....Jacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/11/puff-tango-and-plash.htmlBtwn Flat and Brattag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c488340120a6474910970b2009-11-01T09:37:38-06:002009-11-13T15:21:21-06:00Cats are brats - (why I like them so much) more fun than being flat if you recall, before brat was slapped out of you. Not that bratty works at work or in casual relationships, the impulse behind it what...Jacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/11/btwn-flat-and-brat.htmlFinding Enough Lighttag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c488340120a64446a9970b2009-10-31T10:09:24-05:002009-10-31T10:09:24-05:00I Java lays down slaps his tail on the carpet, I'm waiting it says impatiently. He knows I'll cave . . . and I do. Rub a dub dub. II Its been raining for days; now the sunlight falls on...Jacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/10/finding-enough-light.htmlAlternate Endingstag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c488340120a61e6f3c970b2009-10-25T17:37:52-05:002009-11-13T15:24:27-06:00Rumi wrote his poems from Heaven Frost penned at his farm, Whyte writes from an inner edge Dickinson from the heart. Different places, yet the same, Still I'd like to know Where I write from most the time, Where Muse...Jacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/10/rumi-wrote-his-poems-from-heaven--frost-penned-at-his-farm--whyte-writes-from-an-inner-edge--dickinson-from-the-heart----di.htmlDown the Slide of Life on Waxed Papertag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c488340120a61baa51970b2009-10-24T17:55:48-05:002009-10-24T17:52:37-05:00In grade school 1960's I was taught in the second half of all our lives brains lose cells without regenerating, the brain they said goes moldy, loses spark. What a tightly wrapped box beliefs can be, we didn't know that...Jacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/10/how-it-is.htmlA Sink Full of Paradisetag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c488340120a5f241f1970b2009-10-18T11:34:20-05:002009-10-18T11:34:20-05:00For ten seconds the dirty dishes in my sink were holy, why then and never again like that. Now I carry the knowledge: the precious nature inherent in plates, and our talent to witness as a flyer for islands paradise,...Jacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/10/a-sink-full-of-paradise.htmlWatching Ice Melttag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c488340120a63c4c26970c2009-10-14T13:36:41-05:002009-10-14T13:40:49-05:00Each day's a new block of ice frozen at dawn, running down hill as hours melt to thin memory, rivulets pooling together somewhere (or nowhere). Do memories visually pool with their like forming layers on layers of similar scenes ....Jacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/10/watching-ice-melt.htmlSun Moon Voidtag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c488340120a633f9a3970c2009-10-12T13:38:46-05:002009-10-12T13:38:46-05:00Writing poems, either sparks of light or, so what, sun, moon and void: today from shadows, tomorrow a clear lens next Saturday - darkness from Pluto. Light never can hide from itself, no expectant search or "ah" in find, nothing...Jacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/10/sun-moon-void.htmlI Think I Was Cumulustag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c488340120a5c1268e970b2009-10-07T17:25:05-05:002009-10-07T17:25:05-05:00Walking down the road a blowsy October day, moving fast under weak rays in and out, for warmth. Overhead clouds race: a herd of workers catching the six pm train on Friday, eager to start the weekend. Looking straight up...Jacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/10/walking-down-the-road--a-blowsy-october-day--moving-fast-under-weak-rays--in-and-out-for-warmth----overhead-clouds-rush-f.htmlTell Me, Why Rocks?tag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c488340120a5bb8d78970b2009-10-04T11:49:06-05:002009-10-07T17:28:44-05:00I have always known my soul is with the rocks; heavy, they are grounding, light, they skip water. I try to embrace this, most of me naturally does except a section wanting flight with birds, or comets. Comet! Why that's...Jacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/10/tell-me-why-rocks.htmlThrowing Seedtag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c488340120a5b96733970b2009-10-03T14:54:26-05:002009-10-03T14:54:26-05:00It feels the bravest thing to do: create your life as you want it when the longing's not to hold a hand, but throw seed into contrary winds to fall where they may between blusters taking root or not. Still,...Jacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/10/it-is-the-bravest-thing-to-do--create-your-life-as-you-want-it--seems-so-selfish--when-the-longing-is-not--to-take-someone.htmlSo Far Fridaytag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c488340120a5b63806970b2009-10-02T13:24:33-05:002009-10-02T13:24:33-05:00Breakfast, coffee and book; bought a new rug for the bathroom, a carpet sweeper, cat food, socks-undies-camisole, batteries. Its a green sweeper meaning powered by a human, the blue-green rug matches the bath better, batteries tucked-in the monoxide alarm, filling...Jacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/10/so-far-friday.htmlCosmic Butterflytag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c488340120a5a117c7970b2009-09-27T14:51:03-05:002009-09-27T14:51:03-05:00Docked on the bush beside me: butterfly lowers its wings, wide, each one: black, an occasional purple or indigo sheen there, then gone. The midnight velvet: eternity, a void so full to bursting with bliss it sang itself into this...Jacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/09/a-butterfly--landed-on-the-bush--beside-me--spread-its-wings--wide-fully-open----most-of-the-wing--black---an-occasional.htmlSlip and Diptag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c488340120a584ef2d970b2009-09-20T12:50:54-05:002009-09-20T12:50:54-05:00Like the moon into hiding 3 nights, my faith can slip into the sea of dark matter enmeshed with us. Good to know it has its own light, where physical eyes can't go you can see the spark.Jacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/09/taking-a-dip.htmlSlow Saturdaytag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c488340120a5681ca4970b2009-09-12T14:07:50-05:002009-09-12T14:10:56-05:00partly sunny today - a few leaves begin to turn, groceries just put away, cats lazy and lounge; feelings soft, silent as the neighborhood, passion rises for a nap but longs for fire.Jacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/09/slow-saturday.htmlCreative Firetag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e5521411c488340120a5ab0a1d970c2009-09-07T17:48:13-05:002009-09-07T17:46:11-05:00It is little good to sit in a shimmying shapeless bonfire throwing a wide all encompassing circle, if not also hosting a flame come to a ragged point through the crown of your head, where bone was once soft.Jacqueline Marshallhttp://jaktrak.typepad.com/traks/2009/09/not-the-fire-that-burns.html