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Thursday, July 31, 2014

If You Were A Ripple (meditation video and poem)

If You Were A Ripple

              If you were a ripple
              and met God when you reached the shore
              would you find him throwing stones
              into the water?

Photography, video and Koan

by David H. Roche
(C) 2014

Posted Keep Out (poetry)

Posted Keep Out

Despite my best efforts
memories keep trespassing on me
the way the winter wind finds its way
through the window frames into an old house.

Caulking the cracks of the years has done no good,
they've found a way in despite my best efforts
freezing my tears as they run down my cheeks
into my beard.

Poetry and art by David H. Roche

(C) 2014

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Blackberries and Blue Skies (Poetry and photography)

The blackberry season is in full swing.  I picked an entire bucket of berries this morning in about 15 minutes.  I'll have a hard time keeping up with them over the next week or two.

The berries grow in a wild tangled hedge.  The tops of some of the vines are 10 to 12 feet above the ground. Many I will not be able to pick.  I have employed a metal pole with an angle bar on the end to aid me in accessing some of the berries that are out of my grasp. But the topmost berries elude my reach even with the aid of the metal pole.  The birds will have those.

As for me I will have frozen berries for jam and snacks for a good part of the winter barring a loss of refrigeration.   

Blackberries and Blue Skies

Blackberries and blue skies
briefly fill the gap
between the gales of October
and the grey rain of winter and spring
making them welcome summer transients
I wish would never leave.

The video includes the poem along with the visual images.  Enjoy.

Photography and poetry by David H. Roche

(C) 2014

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Blues For An Old Man (poetry)

This is the first year I've taken to drinking coffee in the afternoon.  Up until this year a pot of coffee in the morning was all I needed to be good to go for the entire day.

I wrote this poem after having coffee in the afternoon and thinking of my how my father would take a break in the mid afternoon and get a cup of Joe and a piece of pie at Hunter's Diner, or any nearby diner if he was working out of town. 

Blues For An Old Man

This year I became an old man 
taking to coffee in the afternoon
and falling asleep 
beneath the branches of the cherry tree
until summer breezes tickle me and I wake 
under unbroken blue to the edges of the sky
with hours of daylight left.

Poetry and Photography by David H. Roche

(C) 2014

Saturday, July 26, 2014

Which Side Are You On?

Which side are you on? 

Syracuse New York mayor Stephanie Miner has announced the city is willing to give a home to homeless immigrant children from Central America.

Some people want to leave the children homeless and in peril saying we, the most prosperous nation on earth, can't afford it and they will grow up to be criminals and a burden on society.

Some people see the homeless children in need and respond compassionately with open arms saying "let the children come."

I'm flabbergasted that anyone would turn helpless human beings away. Is this attitude the result of Americans imbibing the philosophy of Ayn Rand? Ms. Rand would definitely walk over their corpses and dispassionately allow them to starve and suffer instead of offering a helping hand. Don't believe me. Listen to how she regards human need and compassion from her own lips on national television in an interview with Mike Wallace. She's gone to her final reward, but her disciples live on in the halls of congress and perhaps next door to you.

So which side are you on? How easy does the answer come from your heart to your lips?

Thursday, July 24, 2014

While We Cry Together: A Prayer (Poetry and art)

While We Cry Together: A Prayer

Fill my heart with your sorrows and fears
let your trembling cease in my arms,
hold on to me and I will hold on to you
while we cry together.

My heart has been empty for years,
pour into it your troubles and tears,
our arms will hold each other
while we cry together.

Poetry and Art by David H. Roche 

(C) 2014

Tips For Picking Blackberries

I picked blackberries again this morning.  I did not get quite as many as I did yesterday.  

I like to collect them in an old fryer basket.  The large spaces retain the berries and allow them to be rinsed easily and flush out debris and bugs which may be accompanying the fruit.

I began picking around 10 in the morning.  I didn't find as many as I found yesterday.  But with a little effort I was able to almost fill the basket.  I'm fairly sure more will ripen during the afternoon.

I have stashed away slightly less than one gallon of frozen berries so far. I hope to multiply that amount several times so I will have berries in the winter. 

When they are frozen they are hard and remind me of those Christmas candies I had as a child that looked like berries. You probably remember them too and how when you crunched them there was a sweet filling inside.   

Today I decided to wear a long sleeved jacket while picking. The jacket enabled me to avoid being sliced by the thorns. The thorns are sharp. The jacket also enabled me to press further into the center of the bush and grasp the berries which would otherwise not be picked and eaten. Not by humans anyhow.  

This is what I've noticed, when it looks like you have gotten 'all' the berries look again.  Go back over the same place at least twice.  I added a full third of a basket to what I thought was all I would find by doing that.

Even though wearing the jacket enabled me to reach more berries I had the thought that I would make a stick with a hook on the end to pull the furthest berry branches close enough to pick.  The berry patch is a wild one.  No one planted these berries.  The good Lord saw to it that they began growing here. As a result the berry patch is an incoherent tangle of branches, leaves, thorns and of course berries often dappled in sunlight filtering down from above.  

The fruit in the depths of the bush is often the sweetest. I think this is because no one has gotten close enough to pick them before they were fully ripe.  So finding a way to get them without needing bandages when the task is complete is helpful and a stick or board with a hook or nail on it will be a simple berry picking aid.  At least in theory.

To the right is another view of the berries picked this morning.  I had some for breakfast with a banana and whole wheat toast with peanut butter.

Below are the berries I've picked and frozen in the last two days.  As you can see I have managed to pretty much fill a gallon sized freezer bag.  I've dated it and they will be there when the cold rain starts to fall. Hopefully there will not be a power outage that lasts too awful long.  Que sera sera and that's how you have to take life as well as the prospect of berries.

by David H. Roche

(C) 2014

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Berries Berries Berries (poetry and photography)

Blackberry season is taking off.  Today I filled my container in less than a half an hour.  The way things are going berry picking will be more like work than fun in a few days.  I'll have a hard time keeping up with them. But I enjoy the work.

I'm developing my skills on avoiding lacerations and how to get to the ones secluding themselves in the center of the bush. I'm determined to let as few go unpicked as possible. I wonder if the thorns on the vines are some kind of test from God to see if I really really want his berries. I do God and thanks for the berries! The thorns are a good idea.

Along with the benefits of only requiring a little of my time and getting outside in the fresh air and sun, (today it was raining slightly) these beauties are not sprayed with some dangerous chemical made by you know who. 

You can see how many I picked today in the photographs below.  If I were to buy these suckers in the store or along the road it would mean I had a job and a good paying one at that. I got these at my favorite price.  FREE!!!

Berries Berries Berries

Berry picking is easy once you get the knack.
The fat juicy black ones are deep in the bush
hidden by shadows, 
in the back.

Getting to them is easy.
Press forward,
tramping down the vines in front
and lean in,
extend your hand as far as you can.
In time you will learn how to avoid the thorns
and keep from falling into the bush face first.

Until then be very careful.
Never where shorts
and never pick berries by moonlight
it's just not worth it.

(Note.  This version of the poem is slightly different from the one in the video.  I keep changing things and a poem is never done.  Never.)

I made a video with the poem being recited. You can see the video and hear the poem read below

Photography, video and poem by David H. Roche

(C) 2014

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