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Poetry Friday

Poetry Friday

Poetry Friday No. 19-0913 I had decided my day was too full to write a #PoetryFriday post. Then about an hour ago, the quiet of our afternoon was filled with a helicopter flying low and close, circling more than once. I stepped out to watch then returned to my kitchen...
“I like READING!”

“I like READING!”

Slice of Life Tuesdays #190910. She bounces through the backdoor, holding a gift bag by its chocolate brown ribbon handles. Pink it is — trimmed at its bottom edge in brown with rows of white polka dots the size of the punched holes of loose-leaf paper forming...
Poem for Grandma

Poem for Grandma

I.Today I’m sharing a poem from one of my birthday cards, the one chosen by my 8-year-old grandson… “because Grandma likes poems.” A Poem for My Grandmaon Her BirthdayLike jelly  needs toast,and cocoa  needs mugs…Like cookies  need...
September

September

Slice of Life Tuesdays #190903. The air is dry, scented with fading lavender and blooming peppermint that line my walkway. Pears and apples are falling, those that the squirrels haven’t already claimed. My rose bushes are still bearing buds, promising a few more...
Instructions to a Tree

Instructions to a Tree

Poetry Friday It was May 3rd and I was leisurely reading all things poetry shared by my #PoetryFriday friends. That is when I came across Michelle Heidenrich Barnes’s DMC challenge for May on Today’s Little Ditty.  Michelle asked us to write a poem giving...
The Sea Calls Me

The Sea Calls Me

Poetry Friday Walking along the surf is one of my greatest delights. The horizon challenges me to look to the future, to keep dreaming. The steady rhythm of the breakers and the tides speaks to me to keep on, to never give up. The carefree winging of the sea gulls...
This Is a Test

This Is a Test

Slice of Life Tuesdays #190507 It was Wednesday morning, and we were doing what we love doing — taking a long beach walk. It was a cool 49 and the beach was nearly empty. A lone fisherman wearing waders was fishing for surfperch. We hadn’t walked far when...
Spring

Spring

Spiritual Journey Thursday Poetry Friday “To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven . . .” Ecclesiastes 3:1 Spiritual Journey Thursday: Carol invited me to join the Spiritual Journey Community to write about the Spirit...
Filled with Song

Filled with Song

Slice of Life Tuesdays #190430 This is not my story, although I’m sharing it. It is not my daughter-in-law’s story, although she told it. It is the story of people I have not met, people with a song. I.Inspiration to share this Story On Sunday, I visited Kiesha...
I Have a Reason

I Have a Reason

Slice of Life Tuesdays #190423 Entry for April 22 from my 2014 Personal Journal– I.I AWOKE in the early morning hours in the midst of a battle, and these words were swelling out of my spirit like a mighty sword — cutting down words of men and fear that I might...
Strangest Story

Strangest Story

Poetry Friday I am celebrating #PoetryFriday Easter Weekend and winning a book giveaway … Whoohoo! A BIG thank you to Amy for her POEMS ARE TEACHERS and to Heinemann.   I share again a found poem I wrote last year, words and phrases that I found in...
I Was a Child

I Was a Child

Poetry Friday. This Sunday, exactly one week before Easter, is Palm Sunday–the first day of Holy Week, perhaps the most celebrated week in Christianity. It begins with Jesus’ triumphal entry into Jerusalem, recorded in all four Gospels (Matthew 21, Mark...
Pink Snow

Pink Snow

Slice of Life Tuesdays #190408 The Tree.Spring is synonymous with the blooming of our beautiful pink saucer magnolia (aka: Chinese magnolia, Tulip Tree). Sometime between the second week of March and the first of April, the buds that started swelling on sunny winter...
Sparks

Sparks

Poetry Friday Happy National Poetry Month, April 2019. SPARKS At the end of day I sit by the fire Under the falling darkness as day fades and night engulfs I think of light and warmth. The campfire pulls me in . . . builds a bridge from years lived to years yet to...
Appreciation

Appreciation

Slice of Life Tuesday #190402 Not all appreciation is expressed with a “thank you”… My daughter, her husband, and their five children were out and about doing errands and having fun the way families do. It was lunchtime and they were more than an...
Madness in March

Madness in March

March Slice of Life No. 31 For my 31st and last slice for the March Slice of Life Story Challenge 2019, I have composed a poem from my March titles. Though it is utter nonsense, somehow meaning seems to linger just below the surface of the words. As for requirements...
A Smoothie

A Smoothie

March Slice of Life No. 30 It was very warm afternoon on a mid-August day the summer EN was four. I loaded the blender with the ingredients for a chocolate smoothie and threw in the lone banana from the fruit basket on the counter. I poured Carl a tall glass. As I was...
Indifference

Indifference

March Slice of Life No. 29Poetry Friday These things says the Amen, the Faithful and True Witness, the Beginning of the creation of God: “I know your works, that you are neither cold nor hot. I could wish you were cold or hot. So then, because you are lukewarm, and...
The Bike Ride

The Bike Ride

March Slice of Life No. 28 BACKSTORY It was the summer of Mt. St. Helens. We were living in Arlington, Texas – then a small town situated between Dallas and Fort Worth. By early June, a high pressure ridge had formed over the Midwest, refusing to be budged, swathing...
The Old Pear Tree

The Old Pear Tree

March Slice of Life No. 27. Spring after spring, our very old pear tree is like a gigantic fragrant bouquet. The old pear tree is loaded with white blossoms. Then after the blossom petals have dropped, tiny perfectly shaped green pears begin to appear. By the end of...
Winter Trees

Winter Trees

March Slice of Life No. 26 EM is a delightful kindergartner. She likes pink and all things chocolate.EN, one of EM’s four older brothers,is a wise second grader.EM and EN are best buddies. On a winter day, not long ago, EM and EN spent some time with me. It was...
Pays to Pay Attention

Pays to Pay Attention

March Slice of Life No. 25. Entry from my Travel Journal. Sitting at the Gate 18A … will board my flight shortly. It’s raining… and I’m hoping weather doesn’t delay my flight. I hate getting into a place late at night… heading to...
The Gypsy

The Gypsy

March Slice of Life No. 24 She was the littlest one, just four and a half years old. She had black curly hair that framed her face with ringlets. Her skin was smooth with olive tones, tanned and rosy from outdoor play. She still had some of her toddler chubbiness. It...
Answer!

Answer!

I enjoy impromptu drives with my husband on pretty days. We were out and about doing some errands. The sky was clear. The sun was shining. We had time. So we headed south a bit to take a longer way home, driving through the veterans’ cemetery. Strange? Not when...