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What is romance?
What is love?
What in the World
am I thinking of?

No, I'm not in love,
not much of a chance,
unless, of course,
with my wife, I could dance.

Do you still love me,
knowing not my name?
Has the Dementia,
ruined our life's game?

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

Ridges of glowing interstellar gas and dark dust clouds inhabit the turbulent, cosmic depths of the Lagoon Nebula. Also known as M8, The bright star forming region is about 5,000 light-years distant. It makes for a popular stop on telescopic tours of the constellation Sagittarius toward the center of our Milky Way Galaxy. Dominated by the telltale red emission of ionized hydrogen atoms recombining with stripped electrons, this deep telescopic view of the Lagoon's central reaches is about 40 light-years across. The bright hourglass shape near the center of the frame is gas ionized and sculpted by energetic radiation and extreme stellar winds from a massive young star.

Photo by Josep Drudis

To wander,
to search,
the World,
looking for
love or
adventures to
assure our
curiosities.

Is this
what we
are? Nomads,
in search
of the
the bread
of life,
for love
of a wife.

I tire of talking to a Memory Care Resident.
He is always talking to many who cannot
understand or carry on a conversation.
He is demanding of attention, yet won't
sit still to complete an activity.

Initially he irritated me with his constant
complaining. I told him to leave the others
alone and to please don't intrude when I am
sitting with my wife who will awake at random
to say a few words.

Now for some reason, I am his best friend.
He will poke me on the leg if I am not
looking at him.
He must some kind of plan. I know not what
it is, as he keeps reminding me that he will
help me. Hopefully, he will not recall any
conversation he had with me.
I see new residents coming into the facility
in Memory care. There is a sadness I see.
(More to come)

Words still tumble,
out of my head.
They always will,
until I'm brain dead.

I write quite a bit
about the words in my head,
debating if they are OK.
and open to be read.

I am no longer reluctant.
to share words with Yee,
and look forward to comments,
from all of thee.

My feelings are now,
tough to the core.
Negative comments?
I want to hear more.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

Not every road ends in a STEVE. A week ago, a sky enthusiast's journey began with a goal: to photograph an aurora over Lake Huron. Driving through rural Ontario, Canada, the forecasted sky show started unexpectedly early, causing the photographer to stop before arriving at the scenic Great Lake. Aurora images were taken toward the north -- but over land, not sea. While waiting for a second round of auroras, a peculiar band of light was noticed to the west. Slowly, the photographer and friends realized that this western band was likely an unusual type of aurora: a Strong Thermal Emission Velocity Enhancement (STEVE). Moreover, this STEVE was putting on quite a show: appearing intertwined with the central band of our Milky Way Galaxy while intersecting the horizon just near the end of the country road. After capturing this cosmic X on camera, the photographer paused to appreciate the unexpected awesomeness of finding extraordinary beauty in an ordinary setting. Your Sky Surprise: What picture did APOD feature on your birthday? (post 1995)

Photo by Theresa Clarke

You're never right,
but are always wrong.
You never know
the words of a song.

Your hearings bad,
needs a lot of work.
Don't misbehave
or act like a jerk.

Go down under,
go yee soon.
Do it now,
before a full moon.

You must be crazy,
or perhaps, just daft,
for your behavior is
similar to witchcraft.