dagblog - Comments for "A Silly Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon"

Excellent, barefooted!

MrSmith1 — Sun, 17 Aug 2014 03:25:29 +0000

In reply to As the flower diedBetween

Excellent, barefooted!

Her fragrance lingered

long after she'd disappeared

in the morning mist.

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Written in margins

between forgotten pages,

lie many a truth.

As the flower diedBetween

barefooted — Sun, 17 Aug 2014 01:26:46 +0000

In reply to A Silly Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

As the flower died

Between forgotten pages

The fragrance lingered.

My memories aren't as

trkingmomoe — Sat, 16 Aug 2014 07:30:11 +0000

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My memories aren't as exciting as yours but they do keep me company. I find myself not fitting in well with some of the society around me. I take my young grandson to school orientation and realize I stick out because of age. Even though I am busy I still find myself isolated with people all around me. Memories are a good thing to have that are pleasant when aging.

See, there ya go again.

Richard Day — Sat, 16 Aug 2014 03:59:04 +0000

In reply to Thanks, trkingmomoe. My

See, there ya go again.

Myrna Loy for chrissakes.

Damn.

You are an interesting man as I discussed elsewhere today.

AMAAAAZING!

Thanks, trkingmomoe. My

MrSmith1 — Sat, 16 Aug 2014 03:49:40 +0000

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Thanks, trkingmomoe. My addled brain last week was watching TCM and a bunch of William Powell movies, a number of which co-starred Myrna Loy. That caused me to remember that I once met Myrna Loy. It was some time in the late 70's or possibly early 80's. I had met an author named James Kotsilibus Davis. He had written a couple of books about the Barrymore family and later a book about Myrna Loy. He had decided to try writing a musical based on a Jean Anouilh play called Time Remembered. He asked me and a couple of my friends to do a reading of the play in his apartment one Sunday afternoon. Unbeknownst to us, he invited some friends. One of them was Gerald Schoenfeld, then the head of the Shubert Organization and the other was Myrna Loy. He introduced us to them before the reading, which, naturally, made us all very self-conscious Somehow we muddled through and everyone was very kind in their comments about the play and our performances. The show was only a first draft and I don't think it ever went anywhere after that , but it was a thrill to meet and talk to Myrna Loy, even if only for a few moments ... Funny, the thoughts that bubble up in my head. I hadn't thought about that day for decades.

A wonderful haiku quintet DD,

MrSmith1 — Sat, 16 Aug 2014 03:27:19 +0000

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A wonderful haiku quintet DD, one of your best!

Hard Winter is near.

Approaching on tip-toe, it

hid in the cool breeze

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The jet stream is really weak

trkingmomoe — Sat, 16 Aug 2014 01:36:32 +0000

In reply to The white birds are back

The jet stream is really weak so be ready for another very cold winter. The weaker the jet stream the deeper the waves and the slower the weather moves.

Thanks for this week's heap.

trkingmomoe — Sat, 16 Aug 2014 01:11:05 +0000

In reply to A Silly Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

Thanks for this week's heap. I liked the Memories that pop into my addled brain. It happens all the time to me.

The white birds are back

Richard Day — Fri, 15 Aug 2014 22:34:53 +0000

In reply to A Silly Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

The white birds are back

It is less than mid august

A winter awaits

Hard winter is near

These birds know the real future

Cause they always know

How do they know this?

Because of experience

I know cold is nigh

Are these just omens?

Yeah, but I trust these omens

They were here before

We must prepare for

The real cold that awaits us

Or we all shall freeze

(quite an achievement as always Mr. Smith. A lot to ingest)