The Sun in Poetry
Vernal Equinox The scent of hyacinths, like a pale mist, lies between me and my book; And the South Wind, washing through the room, Makes the candles quiver. My nerves […]
Poetry
The Parkinson’s Pressures
Isn’t it stressful having Parkinson’s disease? It’s practically a 24/7, can’t-escape-it career. With homework. You have to exercise almost daily; take longs walks in nature; get plenty of sleep; do creative
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Double Dip
Here’s a two-for-one: 1. The Huffington Post just published an article titled “Why I Refuse to Give In to Parkinson’s Disease,” written by a fellow Parkie named Steve Alten. In the
The Sun in Poetry
The River And I behold once more My old familiar haunts; here the blue river, The same blue wonder that my infant eye Admired, sage doubting whence the traveller came,—
The Sun in Poetry
The Awakening I dreamed that I was a rose That grew beside a lonely way, Close by a path none ever chose, And there I lingered day by day. Beneath
Move Over, Parky! Bruce Writes a Sonnet!
While flying home from California, I reviewed the older Parking Suns posts, and noticed that in the Throwback Thursdays Art, the sun is typically “off screen and to the left”
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Parky’s Thank You Sonnet
Parky had a great time on his trip to California. He wrote this sonnet as a way of thanking our host, Bill Harwood. A car, a train, a bus, two
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Parky Takes Another Trip
Here’s Parky in the departure lounge at New York’s La Guardia airport. New York’s been bitterly cold and snowy, so he’s heading to San Diego, California, where it’s sunny and
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Happy Valentine’s Day…Again!
I know that Parkies are at risk for falling a lot, but here’s Nell Carter singing about the other kind of falling…falling in love! Enjoy!
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The Sun in Poetry (Valentine’s Day Edition)
Love in a Life Room after room, I hunt the house through We inhabit together. Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her, Next time, herself!—not the trouble behind
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