So today we were running a bunch of network tests. If you are just monitoring the tests over Teams or Zoom or whatever it can be a bit boring watching a tcpdump ‘mature’ into a pcap file or downloading a set of logs. At least it can be for me.
Poetry
Luxury
There is luxuryin moments spentidly watchingthe sumac swayto an ancientverdant dancelaughing softlyas they gavottein the morning sun. There is luxuryin tattered jeanswell wornperhaps with holesyour Mother cluckedand told you to changebefore you climbedinto the carfor shopping. There is luxuryin lying flaton a hardwood floorwith Miss Friedaoblivious to fliesbuzzing in the
Poetry
A Passing Queen
There is somethingabout a passing queenregal posture wavingjewels sparklingon the wateras she gesturesOnward! to her realmthen dances southwardaccompanied by the murmurof her passing wake ml’25 (cruise ship watching at sunset)
Poetry
Soul Symphony
Deep percussion of a passing tugoverlaid with the light rattleof incoming tide on shalewhile overhead falsetto gullsserenade in counter pointto natures steady batonbringing oohs and aahsfrom those willingto look and listenthis is my soul symphonyin my head it has drummedcountless days and nightsfar, far from the salty shores. ml’25(first time
Words Worth
Duende
What makes a Mona Lisa or Venus de Milo so special? What is about art that makes you want to stare at it for hours? Living in Ottawa I am lucky enough to be only a couple miles from the National Gallery of Canada. Nothing stirs my muse as much
Poetry
Diving Into Rhapsody
Stand on the edgetoes curled coldand feel the breezewafting aspen whisperswith the sumac dancingto lyrics unheardin the blue light of dawnoverlaying velvet wavesof rippling breathbefore the firstpianissimo strainsrising from the deepreflection of the pool. You plungethe bracing chillwith frozen embracein deep tonesfrom your chestspreading to your toeslithe chords of rhapsodya