April 12: Dragon Rain

Blimps, blimps, blimps...

The Dragon Rain washed away

The dirty clouds from his tail,

And its rain, rain, rain...

The tropical rain left round saucers of prints

On the black asphalt to rinse

And blimps, blimps, blimps...

The King of Sky is refreshed and reborn.

He is breathing clean air and triumph.

Oomph, oomph, oomph...

By making up the chemical elements for all

And showing up the craftsmanship

Of small geometric water pools

Of clean water and fresh air to shift.

The Dragon Rain sends

Birds to the hole-nests,

Ants to the plant-ship,

Me - under the roof.

Oomph, oomph, oomph...

Blimps, blimps, blimps...

A nice summer afternoon

As it's purring to bloom.

p. 28 "Dragon Rain"

From the poetry book "Fascinated by Gulls: Poems" by Ida Tomshinsky. -2007

Review: "Simple, brave, and creative from potential to realization..." (Dr. Cahn)

April 11: The Daisy

There is a flower, a little flower

With silver crest and golden eye,

That welcomes every changing hour,

And weathers every sky.

The prouder beauties of the field

In gay but quick succession shine;

Race after race their honors yield,

The flourish and decline.

But this small flower, to Nature dear,

While moons and stars their courses run

Inwreathes the circle of the year,

Campanion of the sun.

It smiles upon the lap of May,

To sultry August spreads its charm,

Lights pale October on his way,

And twines December's arm.

The purple heath and golden broom

On moory mountains catch the gale;

O'er lawns the lily sheds perfume,

The violet in the vale.

But this bold floweret climbs the hill,

Hides in the forest, haunts the glen,

Peeps round the fox's den.

Within the garden's cultured round

It shares the sweet carnation's bed;

And blloms on consecrated ground

In honor of the dead.

The lambkin crops its crimson gem

'The wild bee murmurs on its breast;

The blu-fly bends its pensile stem

Light o're the skylark's nest.

'Tos Flora's page, -in every place,

In every season, fresh and fair;

It opens with perennial grace,

And blossoms everywhere.

On waste and woodland, rock and plain,

Its humble buds unheeded rise;

The rose has but a summer reign;

The daisy never dies!

James Montgomery

April 10: Birch

The young birch trees

Are not white at all.

They need time to be aged

To be privileged

To become white in whole.

Ida Tomshinsky, c.2006

Fashion Librarian

"What it takes to be a "fashion librarian?" As I was doing my research to find a good and clear definition for the terminology I will use, I got to a point of view between information broker, catalog, fashion arbiter, John Barlett, and, even, a fashion magazine. So, I was left with a choice to discribe it in my own words on how I worked and lived my life of being a fashion librarian."

Tomshinsky, Ida. (2008.) Fashion Librarian. - Baltimore. - 222 pages.

 

It is an easy-to-understand how to coordinate, evaluate, and select intellectual resources for fashion educational programs and services. The book provides instructions to students and faculty who seek information in the flattering fields of fashion and librarianship.

Fashion Librarianship

Fashion within librarianship is the same as information to the literacy. There are no clear definition. Librarianship is the library science, and as any science it includes aesthetics and fundamentals of research. Any scientific research requires resources and operational skills. Fashion library science is not different, and include both reference resources and customer service. (Both traditional printed resources and digital electronic resources embed such words as "fashion" and "style" in them.) Fashion science studies organically compress socio-economical aspect, psychological aspect, and historical approach with wide aspect of business management for one, and "shopping till you drop," for others; let say, somewhere on a fashionable Fauborg St. Honore or at Bal Harbour garden-shops on the beach.

April 9: "What Is Fashion?"

What is Fashion?

by Ida Tomshinsky

c.2007

Is it an obsession

And a body admiration?

Is it a story of cloth

And the industry's broth?

Is a body ministry

Or a simple little paltry?

Is it an occupation

With a style demonstration?

Is it an operation,

An opinion, or a preservation?

Is it a cloth preparation,

A presumption,

Or a praiseworthy predilection?

All above is about

Number one occupation

Of fashion -

The "in" and "out"

Of the great profession

In higher education.

Copyrights belong to to the author. If use, please work cite properly with acknowledgement.

April 8: Fascinated by Gulls

The seagulls fascinate me

As they fly from ocean to sea,

Very high

In the sky.

The gulls bring me a smile and delight,

And some within depth of any storm fight.

The gentle strangers

Are the earth angels.

When I was a young girl,

I wished I could sour

From the seashore

Through the air with seagulls and whirl.

It is fun to watch the graceful birds,

As they sail over the blue waters.

It stirs my emotion

By captured imagination.

The carefree birds call

Is anything but boring at all,

And for this, "Thank you, gulls! -

I got you a plastic bag with bread-crumbs."

I learned, what we should give and make,

Not, what we can take.

Every day brings me the light from the darkness

And inner grace of the rightness.

Poem written by Ida Tomshinsky (2007)