napple notes
...ponderings from the pen of a poet, via the heart of a human, often touched by the wicked sense of humour of an observer of oddities...
Wednesday 1 November 2023
On the Horns of a Dilemma?
Friday 27 October 2023
A different resurrection, perhaps?
and through the dark trees came
a figure cloaked and wrapped about
with a flash of lightening flames.
It muttered spells beneath its breath
and mists rose from the lake
where some poor maid had met her death
when bitten by a snake.
Rosamunda was her name
and beautiful was she,
but the poisoned bite had made her lame
and unable to flee
the cruel huntsman and his bow
who wanted his revenge
for vows she'd taken long ago
on the altar at Stonehenge.
She'd said that she would rather die
than ever be his bride,
so he let his angry arrows fly
to pierce her in her side...
The ancient crone, a witch, in truth
had spied the young girl bleed,
and taken by the fair maid's youth
swore to undo the deed.
" By fire and water, earth and air
you'll not meet your demise!
By all the powers good and fair,
I bid thee maid, arise!"
And slowly from her watery grave
Rosamunda stepped at last
rejoicing as she realised
her troubles all were past,
for the crone had sent the huntsman forth
with promise of reward
if he remained far from this land, OR
his head would meet death's sword!
Saturday 21 October 2023
Unanswered Question
all hidden corners of our lives.
Their currents move us forward
at a pace the river chooses,
and as human flotsam-jetsam,
we all float, but who knows why?
Still across the crystal surface
of this source which bubbles upwards,
shadow leaves continue swirling,
each a life with its own path.
But these rivers do not falter,
are fulfilled by every journey
without a thought of where they flow
or what is meant to be...
Tuesday 17 October 2023
A Late Night Muse
Tuesday 10 October 2023
A Translation!
To see the original Odd Words Ode, click HERE - for anyone who is curious to know what needed translating! Hehehe...
I’m not covered in scales, or given to ticks,
but divination from bones of sacrificed fish is one of my tricks,
as I bend over at a sharp angle to contemplate my navel -
(I guess folks will wonder what the heck that is?)
I am known for philanthropy rather than love.
So I pray any Fist Footer who’s sent from above,
will be no shrewd, unprincipled person, but a good friend of mine.
Otherwise, why bother wasting my time?
Friday 6 October 2023
Contrasts are the spice of life...
Friday 29 September 2023
Home is where the heart is...
Friday 22 September 2023
Time Out Of Time
Wednesday 13 September 2023
Storm
I used a detail from an Andrew Wyeth's painting entitled "Squall" to create this rendition, and the words followed after...
Friday 8 September 2023
Angel Dreams Revisited
and lilac angels' wings fly close at hand.
The flower scented air begins to swirl
and lulls us further. We can understand
concepts which, in daytime, make no sense.
For night time loosens bonds of black or white,
sends technicolour shades in recompense
to meld all boundaries of wrong, or right.
When waters of emotion lap the shores
Saturday 19 August 2023
Conundrum
Friday 11 August 2023
Game For A Laugh?
Wednesday 9 August 2023
Thinking out loud?
His early observations of human behaviour, are surely the yeast which has given rise to a feast of books and dramas that continue to delight us.
It would be foolish of me to aspire to such literary heights, but here, even a nattering Napple can post her silent thoughts in a Blogland post box, to be read by - who knows? One can but dream...
Sunday 6 August 2023
In search of rhyme or reason, perhaps?
Sunday 11 December 2022
Winter-dark Afternoon, and post script **
Saturday 24 July 2021
Gestation
Sunday 18 July 2021
Too hot to handle?
Saturday 10 July 2021
Internalisation
Faced with a blank, white canvas, palette and brushes poised for action, he sensed this air of secrecy, and knew he must be the one to capture it in the portrait already taking shape in his mind's eye.
As the image began to emerge, the very air thrummed with a mysterious energy, joining the painter with his subject in a dance of inspirational delight. A masterpiece was about to be born...
Saturday 3 July 2021
Time to Muse?
Sea Dreams
Carried on the rising tide of night, flotillas of persistent dreams set sail, while whirlpools circumnavigate my mind - attempt to drown it.
I pray for quiet sleep to steer a course towards a harbour's calm waters. But all the while I hear the cries of ancient nightmares sinking down towards night's ocean bed, biding time to resurface...
Sunday 27 June 2021
All in the mind...
On a dull, damp weekend, what better than to visit Carrie, to see what is afoot... And the prompt picture subject is a four-footed being, just waiting for me to come out of retirement to play! With apologies for seeing (and capturing) the unexpected angle...
Sunday 2 May 2021
Cause and effect
Out of nowhere, the snow-blizzard hit. It whipped my wrap-around skirt into a frenzy, then whisked it away. Up, up it billowed skywards, baring my fishnet-clad legs to the raging elements... I screamed curses towards the leaden clouds...
But the winds retaliated, blinded me with my own hair, which snaked across my face, stinging, like the locks of Medusa.
Why did I storm out of that party just because I saw them kissing?
Unusual, for me, to have a flight of fancy that doesn't land on the page as a poem. But thanks to the Sunday Muse for galvanising me into action!
Monday 26 April 2021
Game for a Laugh?
I guess any Bloglanders who happen to read this post, may identify with at least part of it - i.e. us Oldies do tend to harp back to the past, occasionally - if not a lot.
Wednesday 14 April 2021
Like the White Rabbit, I'm late, I'm late!
But on discovering this photo on Sunday Musing's blog. I had an urge to let the words flow, so read on below:-
Poppy fields and paper planes? They shoot thoughts back to a war, when planes were metal and poppy fields ran with blood.
But now, any mention of poppies catapult thoughts spinning to the drug barons, who have succeeded in making red poppies more deadly than silver bullets, and our whole world a battlefield...
Four more lines and a title!
OK, there may be a few days gap in real life, but in BlogTime, this is in direct response to my long-time Blogpal RWP's suggestion for making my last post's offering into a 'proper' Petrarchan sonnet.
Ever one to rise to a challenge, I've attempted to comply with the rules, and here goes, title and all!
Friday 2 April 2021
And the year rolls on -
From December to April, this blog and I have remained silent, whilst all around the pandemic has raged , regardless.
Perhaps it was the sunshine that prompted me to post today. Who knows? But rather than creating something new, I'm copying a few lines I originally wrote on Alias Jinksy, but they are missing a title. Perhaps any Napple Notes reader who may wander by, could supply one for me? But I shan't be holding my breath, for wanderers may be scarce, hehehe...
Saturday 26 December 2020
Strings
On this dull, chilly Boxing Day, one little word catapulted several interpretations into my mind, perhaps the noblest of which being 'strings of the heart'.
For these are invisible bindings, the strength of which cannot be measured. Like a shimmering web of spider's silk, they weave their complex threads in and around us all, as life plucks its melodies from them. Sometimes these are lyrical, uplifting, a song of joy. But discords are always possible - perhaps necessary - to help us appreciate life's orchestrations to the full.
On a different level, down to the brass band 'oompah' music, perhaps (sorry to brass band enthusiasts - no slur intended) come the strings of lights on Christmas trees, the strings of paper chains or garlands looping their way around our homes, or even the strings of onions - does anyone still make those? - designed to hang close to the cook's chopping board in the kitchen...
And as we are on the downhill slope of this less than festive, Festive Season, then it's a fair to middling guess that there will have been any number of necks adorned with strings of pearls or beads (glass, clay, popcorn or even papier mâché) either given as gifts (cheap ones), or exhumed (expensive ones) from a jewellery box for a once-a-year-airing.
Last but not least, I hope I haven't been stringing anyone along into a forlorn hope that the lofty start to this post would not descend to the depths, by mentioning strings which tied the legs together of any turkey, goose, duck or chicken carcass as it headed towards its final demise in an oven.
Let's hear it for the Vegetarians or Vegans!
Thinks:- Why does that last word hold echoes of Star Trek for me?
Monday 16 November 2020
Spreading the word, perhaps?
And which word would that be, I wonder, among the ever decreasing number of bloggers who post something each day? Let me whisper it in your ear - security!
The prefix http:// instead of https:// before your blog name, indicates the blog is 'not secure'. A simple adjustment within one's blog settings, will rectify this security issue with a single click.
No time to delay - do it today!
Thursday 3 September 2020
Golly Gosh!
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Once again, Blogger plus Google have thrown a spanner in the works! Will it spell the end of us ancient Bloggers, as we are forced to keep up with the times? Hehehe - and what times they have been for us so far in 2020.
There is one consoling thought, though. Wandering the paths of Blogland to greet Old Blog Pals by giving them a virtual hug or handshake, will not involve anybody in yet another Hand Wash or Sanitiser routine! Be grateful for these small mercies, and good luck with the new Blogger enforced re-vamp. Long may our brains remain un-addled enough to cope! ♥♥♥
Tuesday 21 April 2020
It's a Bug's Life?
But amidst the increasingly dire news bulletins which besiege our ears multiple times a day, a new sense of community has began to emerge. It may be the one and only good thing to come out of this whole debacle...
Sunday 5 April 2020
And now...
This is a piece of popcorn that I couldn't bring myself to eat! Can you understand why?! Hehehe....