The door is a jar

Been hunkering down too long
perhaps I need to get outdoors
because out of my cupboard I took
a collection of jars that I hoard.

I had been stashing them up for a while
waiting for the perfect craft
when the glory of youtube offered
this being a creative raft!

I was looking for an outlet
something I had not yet tried
a reason to yell at them jars
"Come out from where ye hide!"



This video is pretty darn nifty if you have 10 minutes. The jam jar yelling(?) is towards the end (right around 7min). I haven't quite made it to the MacGyver level as demonstrated here, I am still curling my wire!
Nikola Tesla, the one and only. Find more information on him here,
http://www.teslasociety.com/biography.html

Dinner Date...Sorry I'm Late

Two-faced
three-faced
four-faced
five
I’ve been it all
every bee in the hive.

And I was eating what I had broiled
feeling foiled
kind of nixed in my stew.
So I had some Wolf Blass
in a hand blown glass
and I stared at her
until she grew.

The one with the mouthful of sunflowers
always careful not to spit.
The one who bends over backwards
the downward dog doing the perfect sit.

She wasn’t one of the five.
Nope
she didn’t run with that pack.
She didn’t really say much
just mostly sat in the back.

While I was busy drawing circles
she knew the tracing board would take shape
so I grabbed her a set of silver
and we talked about her escape.

We cut through a lot of Pi
right through the LAN of talking heads
that were trying to quash the queen
we smeared them on some bread.

We tore through the fruit that had ripened
going on ten years or so
we added it to the Pi
it felt really good to throw.

I loosened my buttoned composure
she needed exposure
and the garburator needed fuel
and when I finally said goodnight
to all of my fight and flight
it was her I saw reflect in my pool.
© Liza Ursu

Image taken from Flickr, please click for source.

Lullaby

artwork by Brandon Boyd
*see end of post

Lean me gently against your cap
guide me to those places
where the sleeping giant lies within
the zero with the faces.

Wash me down over twisted stone
and then I’ll cross the river
on padded feet and ancient bone
with milk of thistle in my liver.

Rough me up with walls of water
I’ll tame the rapids and their rock
I’ll pin the current and its depth
and then I’ll board the wizard’s dock.

Lay me down on creative banks
I’ll cast some lines to catch my breath
and dine with fish of royal creed
in a place where time is never kept.

Tug at my tether when the moon recedes
click me three times from the myth
where I rest under the sentinel’s spell
that picks away at my pith.
© Liza Ursu

My words were inspired by the amazing artwork above by Brandon Boyd. I have a link to his website listed under Points of Interest here on my blog, but I like to make things simple, so here, http://www.brandonboydbooks.com/index.html
Here is another link to a feature that the LA Weekly did on him in his art studio. This particular link is to a photograph of him with the artwork depicted in this post in progress.
http://www.laweekly.com/slideshow/view/144457/15
Here is a link to a youtube video of his "Ectoplasm" exhibit,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lgTzlM4OY0I
Image taken from Flickr, please click for source.
Enjoy!

My Junk Drawer

My junk drawer
Let’s explore!
It’s filled with stuff we need I’m sure!

There’s a giant matchstick lighter
a pen fashioned like a cigarette
and a pair of tiny binoculars
that we haven’t used just yet.

There are adaptors for devices
I'm not sure we even have
some rubber thimble thingies
that I use when
well
when I need them I’ll be glad!

There are three different kinds of tape
for any sticky situation
a set of headlamps that we use
for some late night exploration!

A purple squishy stress reliever
a box of jumbo paperclips
See that little yellow ball?
It really sends our dogs on a trip!

There are so many other doodads
and you are interested
I can tell
and before you suggest it let me say
there is no cure for the junk drawer spell!

So, what's in your junk drawer?

I'm sorry Honey...

but you really did look like Ryan Seacrest.

It’s a fact!

Well, it's seven facts to be exact. Facts about what? Well me of course!


Before I get started, I would like to tip my toque to PoetiKat for this lovely award.

Check out the PoetiKat's blog at,
http://hyggedigter.blogspot.com/


Okay, here goes...

1. I am the tallest person in my immediate family at 5'8". Yes, I am a descendant of giants.

2. I love Halva. My Mom always served it around Christmas time when I was a kid, and wouldn't you know it, it's almost Christmas!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Halva

3. I have a Peacock’s eye fingerprint on my left index finger.
http://www.palmistryinternational.com/fingerprints.htm
Please pardon me while I feel special for a moment.

4. I really do live in a house built into the side of a hill, but more on that later.

5. I was a baton twirling champion when I was 6 years old, and if you really knew me, you would understand why that is truly a miracle.

6. Not that I am a big shopper, but when I do, I prefer to shop alone. On occasion, it is nice to lunch with someone, and hit a few places together, but for the most part, I am a loner.
*special note…I especially loathe shopping with my husband.

7. I love interior design, and architecture, and I have a link to Architectural Digest’s Estates for Sale under Points of Interest here on my blog. It is a great diversion if you are looking for one. Here, I'll make it easy, http://www.architecturaldigest.com/resources/estates

So that’s it, seven not so magnificent facts about me.
But wait, here's a couple more!!!
The title of this post was taken from a skit from one of my favourite TV shows of yesteryear, The Kids In The Hall. I implore you to take a moment to laugh.

Winter Wonderland

White out
worn out
woollies warring with the cold
frostbite is nibbling at my fingers
and having its way with my toes!

Blowing snow
gripping chill
over frosted ground I travel
I pray
I love
and I will
survive this drop of winter’s gavel.

Making tracks
in his court
on this glacial plot of land
where sundogs smile
making it worthwhile
to fall in love with that wintry man!
© Liza Ursu

This is a Theme Thursday post. For more SNOW click here,
http://themethursday.blogspot.com/2009/12/thursday-december-10-2009-snow.html

Find some contrast to this post here,
http://theywillnothaveme.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html
and here,
http://theywillnothaveme.blogspot.com/2009/10/final-frames-of-summer.html

Wired

"I told you! No wire hangers, ever!"

Oh, but I beg to differ...

Wire hangers
are no strangers
in my wardrobe
they do hang

holding my garments
those handy varmints
they have helped jimmy some locks in my day!

I have heard about wooden Zen
and satin bliss
in their California closets
behind mirrored looking glass.

But will they help on Monday morning
when the hands of time are swarming
and I can’t find a frock for my ass?

I have pink velvet hanging on plastic
I think it is fantastic
the jacket
that is.

I hope you get my point
there is no need to get out of joint
how I hang up my clothes is my biz!
© Liza Ursu

I love this jacket, which I call the Pink Fog, and I feel like I can sing like the Velvet Fog when I wear it. I purchased it knowing that one of the buttons was missing. Check out the lining.

If you want to know more about the wire hanger, and I have no idea why you would want to, but you can find that here, http://www.designboom.com/history/wirehangers.html

Something tells me that Joan Crawford and I would not have seen eye to eye.

"Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire"

Batten down the hatches!

ACTUAL forecast

Winter entered with a warning

that wasn't hard to feel
I was flash frozen in its wind
my breath it tried to steal.

Toque, parka, mukluks
socks by Thinsulate
layers of fleece and cable knit
long underwear coordinate.

I had more layers than an Orca

as I pushed that shovel ‘round
I waddled and I heard
my thighs make a swish-swash sound.

I shovelled my hubby’s shoes

into the building banks of snow
why he left them on the patio
I will never ever know!

My glasses fogged up as I laboured
that snow was heavy stuff!
Nature was in his favour
that old man called her bluff.

© Liza Ursu