Sometimes I miss being a family of three, but I trust the rightness of now living alone.
It is an adventure to see what the future brings to my path of becoming a sage woman…
a woman of years and hopefully, wisdom.
Today, I enjoy the memory of the long ago day that we made this snow family in our backyard.
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I conjure memories that carry me back through time
to a farm-house now neglected
sitting in the bend of a dirt road
grey smoke curled from chimneys
twine tied bales filled the hay loft where
birds carried twigs of vine and trinkets for nests in the rafters
and salt blocks for cows sat near
fence posts capped with tin
I sigh and know it is a time and a place and a people
I cannot return to, except in spirit.
Written for The Sunday Whirl. The words are
twine, conjure, nest, carry, spirits, bend, through, curl, trinkets, neglect, caps, back, sigh.
plucked strings float their music and
the soft rattle of dishes brings running cats
strawberry jam tops freshly baked bread
a warm mug of chai lifts my spirit
while dreams still whisper in my head
a glorious sunrise escorts morning
One morning this week there was the most beautiful sunrise out my kitchen window.
I knew I wanted to remember it, so I decided to use a few of the We Wordle words to
write about that brief sacred-feeling moment in my morning.
Linking with We Write Poems~~We Wordle #2
hawk on the head of
a cemetery Jesus
I imagine he chuckles
at my expectation of a dove
Linking with dVerse~Poets Pub
I need to illuminate
for its impact extracted
a horrible price
the scene was remote
forsaken by moonlight
littered by the storm
not a ripple in the pool
and I swear
Written for The Sunday Whirl. The words are above the poem.
I’ve noticed it is easy for me to pen a dark poem with the Whirl words. I wonder if I could write a mystery, short story or novel. Also noticed, when I write an unprompted poem, it is not dark. My daughter is correct in saying that the prompted poems allow me to use words I would not normally use. I can add that the prompted poems also allow me to
write from my shadow side; a fun place to occasionally visit on paper.
I want a song
to steal my heart away
a song for morning
to help me greet the day
at noon, a melody
for dancing blues away
a chant for evening
to lull and tuck away
the entire scale is needed
to take me through the day
Linking with dVerse~Poets Pub for the first time.
self-love is letting go
of broken promises
promises I’ve made
and ones made to me
promises made with good intention
and ones made with no intention
broken promises are
My word for 2014 is Purge; letting go of broken promises is the beginning of my purge.
Linking with Poets United for the first time. They are a community for poets who blog.
the first scarlet rays
struck the sky
the pair knew they didn’t
have a moment to spare
he had expected this day
and saved a bit for it
they stood in a long, loving caress
then using all their might
they walked separate ways
Written for The Sunday Whirl. The words this week:
bit, might, behind, spare, caress, sky, save, expect, pair, struck, scarlet, first.
My word is purge. Yes, I’ve chosen a word for the year. Purge will help me focus on clearing things, and creating space for more beauty and more creative energy.
I have tons of files and paper I want to clear. I still need to clear all my late husband’s files (4 large filing cabinets). They must be shredded, but I keep thinking I will go through them. Why? I don’t know. Maybe I think I will find something personal to hold onto. January 21st will be seven years. It is time to clear!
I am also a book lover and collector. I wonder if I can release some books? Well, if I can’t bring myself to release them this year, maybe I can organize them. Yes, that feels better.
Choosing a word to focus on also feels a lot better to me than making a resolution. I’m not vowing to do this or that thing; I’m simply focusing my attention on the word purge. I can do it. Yes, I can.
in a Christmas night sky
the moon dusts winter trees
with steel-silver light
My first time to write for We Write Poems. I didn’t use all the words, but these three lines express it for me.