Wednesday got shafted…

“Monday’s child is fair of face…”
by Mother Goose

Monday’s child is fair of face,
Tuesday’s child is full of grace;
Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
Thursday’s child has far to go;
Friday’s child is loving and giving,
Saturday’s child works hard for its living;
But the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.

Seriously, if you were born on a Wednesday — this is not the verse to listen to~

 

dievca was born on a:

Early evening. Something about her Dad watching a College Football game at the neighbors and being annoyed that it was time

Alberta Ferretti – Rainbow Week Sweaters and Hats click HERE

and sweaters all in black with colored writing click HERE

 

 


Caught in the net!

Caught in Your Net
Captured by the Sea
Sun and Sand surround Me

Kissed by the Salt
Caressed by the Breeze
Sultry, Languid, Elegant ease

Will You, Master?
May I?
please~

Wolford Netsation


“And your very flesh shall be a great poem.”

The point when you come home and my nose nestles into your neck.  The smell of you tickles my senses and brings me immense Joy.  My eyes close, my shoulders relax and you inhale/exhale deeply into my hair. The tension rolls off. Peace.

The flesh may not be perfect, but the nooks, crannies, and scars read like poetry. The epic piece is called You. And the pleasure derived from the re-reading of the work cannot be measured. It is a treasure of Life, of Us.

The quote from Walt Whitman applies in its short form.
In the long form, one us falls short and it’s not you.
But, the sentiments do offer an altruistic way to live life.

This is what you shall do
“This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.”

“This is what you shall do…” by Walt Whitman,
from the preface of Leaves of Grass.
Public domain.


between the lines (elfje)

words
tell tales
you are tired
read between the lines
home

Photo: Alamy, tired-traveller-Beijing-International-Airport-China

In honor of the Coney Island Mermaid Parade

Water

by Robert Lowell
 It was a Maine lobster town—
each morning boatloads of hands
pushed off for granite
quarries on the islands,

and left dozens of bleak 
white frame houses stuck
like oyster shells
on a hill of rock,

and below us, the sea lapped
the raw little match-stick 
mazes of a weir,
where the fish for bait were trapped.

Remember? We sat on a slab of rock.
From this distance in time
it seems the color
of iris, rotting and turning purpler,

but it was only 
the usual gray rock
turning the usual green
when drenched by the sea.

The sea drenched the rock
at our feet all day,
and kept tearing away 
flake after flake.

One night you dreamed
you were a mermaid clinging to a wharf-pile,
and trying to pull
off the barnacles with your hands.

We wished our two souls 
might return like gulls
to the rock.
 In the end, 
the water was too cold for us.

Coney Island Parade Information

 


Are you sure?

Walking away by Melissa-Cupcake on DeviantArt

Walking away by Melissa-Cupcake on DeviantArt

Are you sure you paid attention,
To her wants and needs?

Or did you get distracted by the lives of others,
Because there wasn’t any drama.

When did you finally notice,
That she slipped away?

Quietly.
Without fanfare.

Oh, just now?
I see, you can’t find her.

THE ZOMBIES – 1965 – “She’s Not There”


Flip-Flop

dievca: Pins 3/2017 Design Museum London

witnessing
the change in state

I’m guilty
of the same fate

confusion
does not abate

analyze
your perfect mate

I would generally say that men are more emotionally dependent when compared to women. Most women have been taught to nurture others on an emotional level, and therefore have the ability to take care of themselves. They generally have other women to support them through hard emotional times or just on a day-to-day level. Men, on the other hand, usually have no one there for them emotionally other than the woman with whom they are involved. They have male friends, but do men talk about emotional subjects with each other? Not really—it’s more about business and sports. When the woman they are in a relationship with leaves them, they find themselves alone and in a lot of emotional pain.

Emotionally dependent males hate conflict within a committed intimate relationship. Because of their dislike of conflict, they try to prevent conflict from occurring. They attempt to control conflict in two ways behaviorally, either by taking the aggressive approach to their relationship or by acting passive. Both of these behavior styles may be effective in avoiding conflict in the moment by maintaining a false sense of harmony, but they avoid the expression of their emotional truth. Without the truth, no real emotional intimacy can occur within their relationship. Remember that the lack of intimacy is not really a concern for the emotionally dependent male—their primary concern is emotional abandonment. Men who act aggressively or passively use these two forms of behavioral control as an attempt to prevent abandonment. In the long run, often when one partner tries to control the other, what they are afraid of eventually happens, and their partner abandons them.

~Daniel Beaver

As you can tell – dievca is on a path to changing her life. she’s looking to change careers and you are seeing pieces of her learning and self-growth.  Bear with her, Master is…