Nominated for A Thought Provoking Blog Award


Poetry, Scribblings & Thoughts has been nominated for A Thought Provoking Blog Award by Anne over at A word or two.

Anne writes lovely precise poetry whose words pierce and linger. Perfect for reading and reflection.

The rules to this award are:

1. Thank the person who nominated you.

Thank you Anne for the nomination and thank you for allowing me to find your inspirations in poetry.

2. Post the image on your blog.

3. Share seven things about yourself.

  • I’m a frustrated scientist who can’t understand physics. It’s true. I love the “why” but can’t do the math, so I remain unschooled in the calculus, and hateful of algebra.
  • I once drank beer and shot pool with former U.S. Poet Laureate, Billy Collins whose wry poems wound and heal. And wrote him a tribute poem, which I cannot find. (Maybe now, just now, writing this…I remember one other place to look?)
  • I’d love to fly like a bird. My family had a plane and I learned to take off and land, but not much more–got too interested in boys.
  • I’m a birdwatcher. Loving my feathered friends, whom I watch as they swoop, flit and soar outside my windows. When the hawk kills, I’m excited and repulsed at the same time.
  • As a singer, I’m a wanna be. I studied voice and was too afraid to try for a performance career, and now wonder if I could have done it. I still love to sing. And have found freedom in letting my voice free. And in my career as a marketing consultant, have benefited from all the years of voice lessons-I can pitch an idea with the best of them.
  • Because I’m somewhat narcissistic, I dream of being in the spotlight (see my revelation above–and you’ll understand why.)
  • The mountains of western North Carolina are my spiritual home. I breathe easier there. Feel more free and more myself when I can smell the must of the decaying leaves in the damp woods.

Favourite day would be: A day spent on a nature walk in the mountains followed by dinner that I prepare and serve with luscious wines to my dearest friends and a few new-comers–just to keep us off balance–and during which we have lovely conversation that veers from spiritual topics to those of science.

4. Pass the award to five blogs you enjoy.

The Song of the Moon


The water calls.
I walk the streets in densest night.
The moon creates dawn before the advent of the sun.
A pathway to heaven lies on the water,
As I walk, it beckons.

There’s a drumbeat.
I’m pulled by the fullness of the moon
and urged by the lapping of the harbor.
An insistent rhythm of
African drum tones
In an ancient pattern
Bass tone alternates with song tone
male and female. A timeless thrum.

Treasures lie in my path.
A baby shoe by seawall’s edge
empty and wet with dew as if the baby
had jumped over into life
and a primal baptism.

Sprinkles of oyster and mussel shells
glow in the moonlight.

A red ribbon. A manmade river of blood
drizzles the pavement.

Now I hear the silent city
as it accompanies
the drumming of my soul,
and the song of the moon.


Many years ago, I wrote the progenitor of this poem when at dawn on a full moon, I walked along Charleston’s High Battery and found these objects. The entire walk was a journey of many miles, in just a few short steps. The poem formed itself then and have gone through several reworkings. The photo illustration is one I created to accompany the poem.

August Night*

August palmetto moon

Heavy air
hangs in darkness
the sleeping world.

they miss the smells
carried in the womb
of the night.

Gardenia and magnolia
wax myrtle and ginger lily
pluff mud and marsh.
Native and import.

Fetid smells;
ripening garbage
horse piss and dog piles
mingle with the sweet.

Charleston at night
sultry and quiet
creates a landscape
on the edge of morning
in the density of night.

*I wrote this impressionistic poem many years ago after walking in the historic district in the hour before dawn. The still, humid air amplifies all the scents. Wax myrtle has a wonderful spicy aroma. It was used by colonists to create bayberry scent. The ginger lily is incredibly sweet; some would say cloying, but I love it. Same for gardenias and magnolias. Mix the “bottom notes” of the scents of decay and feces and urine and you have the scent of Charleston in the heat of summer. I took this photo one recent August morning while out for a pre-dawn bicycle ride.