trembling heaving nose to neck and heart to heart tear damp shoulder with gentle whispers in my hair i am protectively encircled and i find solace in my husband’s arms. Linking today to Random Acts of Poetry at High Calling Blogs and One Shot Wednesday.
In the Yearning and the Wrestling
We camped a lot when our children were young. We had a little 13-foot fiberglass Scamp (purchased when there was just us two) and then a pop-up camper. We wrestled the kids out to the Hart-Montague Rail Trail, plying them with doughnuts halfway into the ride. Abby much preferred to tear around the campground and […]
In My Mind On a Michigan Monday
The porch swing calls me this morning to bring coffee in my new Michigan mug and my bowl of blackberries and spend a little quiet time. Corn leaves wave good morning, and angelic hosta trumpets nod in the gentle breeze. I take a moment to pinch the faded heads of yellow and burnt orange and […]
Originality~In More Than 140 Characters
Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before), you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it. ~C.S. Lewis
Pottery and Poetry
bring me that piece of pottery the one that feels like poetry whispered words that slipped from lips dry like sun-cracked earth thirsting now to touch the flow of lines and patterns in polished clay thrown and balanced on earth’s wheel brushing fingertips of soul an Adam vessel smooth and cool now centered on the […]
A Bell in My View
This is the view from my kitchen table. I feel a little claustrophobic. Smothered. Closed in. I don’t know what might be stalking me out there. I hear sirens, and I can’t see what they’re attached to or where they’re going. There’s a sense of insecurity in the not knowing. I only feel this way […]
Squirrel Thoughts–Pensively Disturbed Today
Warning. The squirrel is deep in reflection today. Pensively disturbed. Thinking. You see, we attended a memorial service yesterday for my husband’s cousin. David was only a year older than Dennis. His passing was sudden, unexpected until a month ago when he noticed some leg swelling. And the doctors diagnosed him with an untreatable and […]
12 Ideas to Find Ideas
“I wish you had a GMC,” Gracee sighed. “So you could have a TV in here.” If you’re going to be a writer, Gracee, you’ve got to look around. You miss too much treasure with your eyes on a screen–TV, Barbie computer, Nintendo. Like there. That place almost looks like it used to be a […]
Tickle Me Pink Tuesday
The day yawned, stretched, and rose up from pink pillows. Of course, I had to rush outside and catch its awakening. And I came back in with cold, wet feet that tracked green grass clippings across the kitchen floor. Dennis is getting used to these early morning door bangings. I made sure to tuck the […]
In the Yard
I am alone today. I step outside to water porch plants and realize the air breathes autumn. A fresh breeze has lifted the lid on the summer heaviness. The steam has evaporated. The leaves flirt with each other–dancing, teasing. I run inside to grab my camera. I must capture this moment. It’s what I do […]
