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Monday, July 28, 2014

A Post a Day July 2014 Number Twenty-Eight

Three Facebook pages on writing, a post a day on each for the month of July, combined and posted here as well. 

Small Stone, July 2014, Twenty-eighth

Stop. Listen! What's that sound? 

The creek behind our house is vocal this Monday morning, busy ferrying the rain from overnight to the river. The verdant trees that cover the mountain are shaking off their cloak of fog, a silent task, 


July Writing Project - A Poem a Day - Day Twenty-eight

Come, take a Monday jaunt with me
Adventures we shall seek
Encounter life at every turn
At Nirvana take a peek

I know a path through yonder wood
Leads to a vale so green
Where we can make a life so good
The like you've never seen

We shall dine on fruit so sweet
Nibble on fairy cake
King of the Forest we will meet
And dew mist wine partake

Time there, you see, is not the same
No schedule made to keep
Just days to play in joyful game
Nights of peaceful sleep

I see that you are torn at heart
And listening to you head
But still the journey I must start
Before the day has fled

I shall leave you here for now
And be companion free
As you to life and work kowtow
I such restraints shall flee




Twenty-eighth Noticing, July 2014

imperfect ten

Anticipation  > disappointment. Purchased: Gourmet Chicken Salad. > Contained : Dill Potato Salad

Sunday, July 27, 2014

A Post a Day July 2014 Number Twenty-Seven

Three Facebook pages on writing, a post a day on each for the month of July, combined and posted here as well.


Small Stone, July 2014, Twenty-seventh

Seven Word Sunday w/ Stop. Listen! What's that sound?

Horns flourish. Sunday television addiction is airing.


July Writing Project - A Poem a Day - Day Twenty-seven 

I look at my reflection-
You look at me.
Are we expecting perfection?
Who do we really see?
I have never been a girly-girl,
Makeup I eschew.
My hair can't decide if to curl.
My feet? Just grew and grew.
Comfort over fashion,
My rally cry with passion.
Manly hands and fingers long -
Stout legs, once firm and strong.
This external inventory -
Just a fraction of my story
It shows not my heart or mind,
If I am cruel or kind.
Or how tears cloud my vision
When facing moral decision.
I am comfortable being me.
A long fought battle. You see
the end result not the how.


Twenty-seventh Noticing, July 2014

Writing is a compulsion, an obsession, an explosion of (to borrow from a frequent line from a favorite television series) the bigger on the inside into the smaller on the outside. 






Saturday, July 26, 2014

A Post a Day July 2014 Number Twenty-Six

Three Facebook pages on writing, a post a day on each for the month of July, combined and posted here as well. 

Small Stone, July 2014, Twenty-sixth

Stop. Listen! What's that sound?

"I burnt my arm real bad, 'cause I wouldn't wait for Mother and retched up to the warmin' oven to get what I wanted. I reckon I was maybe 7."

I love hearing my mother speak of her childhood. She has such a beautiful Appalachian accent. The event she speaks of happened in about 1939. The "warmin' oven" was on the top of the old cast iron cookstove (not electric) my grandmother cooked on until they moved from the farm to town in about 1970.



July Writing Project - A Poem a Day - Day Twenty-six

This world may seem dark - vast -  forlorn
A cold and fearsome place  to be
Where trials beset from day you're born
Regardless if a "he" or "she"

This vantage rests on many soul,
A heavy burden carried there.
Rocky paths twixt here and goal.
Rests and respite are few and rare.

The world I see?  Rainbow and sun
Are always there with task begun.
And at days end when race is run?
My goal is ever - Regrets? - None!

Magic to some may seem obscure
No! Tis real and from fear a cure
Unicorns lie, replete and secure -
Safe from dragons siren lure

Thus this life we all live transforms
Light prevails with  beauty, and grace
Love triumphs o'er troubles and storms
And all are victors at end of race.




Twenty-sixth Noticing, July 2014 

Imperfect ten

Awakened. Coffee and biscuits consumed. Now sleepy. Saturday is here.

Friday, July 25, 2014

A Post a Day July 2014 Number Twemty-Five

Three Facebook pages on writing, a post a day on each for the month of July, combined and posted here as well.

Small Stone, July 2014, Twenty-fifth

When I think of the best part of my life, he is what I think of. Twelve years today. Happiest of anniversaries to my humble, gentle giant. You balance me so well. 

July Writing Project - A Poem a Day - Day Twenty-five

She:
Wild and impetuous, mercurial in mood
Insanely picky about food
He:
Measured and deliberate, stoic in pain
Always willing to try again
She:
Passionate about books, a writer at times
Capricious with dollars and dimes
He:
Artist and gardener, a charmer of creatures
Height and long hair are noticeable features
We:
Speak without words, accept without question
One another's magnificent obsession

Twenty-fifth Noticing, July 2014 

When we met, he told me we knew one another even before we were born. That we played together as angels on the clouds, and pinky swore that because he was given his parents 9 months before I was given mine that we would find each other again, It took us 43 years, and a failed first marriage each, but find each other we did! We married on July 25, 2002. His choice, so our anniversary would always be Christmas in July. I am blessed, and today celebrate that blessing for the twelfth time.

Thursday, July 24, 2014

A Post a Day July 2014 Number Twenty-Four

Three Facebook pages on writing, a post a day on each for the month of July, combined and posted here as well.



Small Stone, July 2014, Twenty-fourth

After weeks, I made the tough decision, and can rest. Truth be told, the die had been cast, it was only my stubborn refusal to read the answer that created my inner turmoil.



July Writing Project - A Poem a Day - Day Twenty-four 

(six lines of reflection on the now)

Life stirs early this summer day
Already outside are kittens at play
Aromatic coffee sipped from mug
Watch through the window bird and bug
News tells of murder, mayhem in mumbles
Washer swooshes and dryer tumbles

(six lines trying to answer how)

How to make a life in an age so chaotic?
Savor the daily - embrace the exotic.
Be anchored in earth - soar to the sky.
Live each day in full - mood low and high.
Love until satiated - then love some more.
Know the game is the thing - not the score.



Twenty-fourth Noticing, July 2014

I journeyed far in the night, and returned safely from my slumbers, I am more at ease in me today than I have been for a long time. I like this feeling,

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

A Post a Day July 2014 Number Twenty-Three

Three Facebook pages on writing, a post a day on each for the month of July, combined and posted here as well.

Small Stone, July 2014, Twenty-third

Stop. Listen! What's that sound? 

In the night, low flying helicopter overhead. Rare here but not unheard of. Either MedFlight or the police looking for Marijuana patches growing on the mountainsides. I am guessing the latter, harvest time must be here. 



July Writing Project - A Poem a Day - Day Twenty-three

We wait - plan - anticipate
For a special date
Once it arrives
And impacts our lives
Do we sit and ponder
In amazement and wonder?
Or look only look ahead
By restlessness led?
Is life the destination
Or the journey?





Twenty-third Noticing, July 2014

imperfect ten 

transitioning from one life phase to another is painful - inevitable

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

A Post a Day July 2014 Number Twenty-Two

Three Facebook pages on writing, a post a day on each for the month of July, combined and posted here as well. 

Small Stone, July 2014, Twenty-second

The Rose of Sharon bushes are in full bloom, the flowers spaced like musical notes on a score. I wonder if the early birdsong this morning was playing a newly penned symphony by Gaea?

July Writing Project - A Poem a Day - Day Twenty-two 


That which 
separates 
mankind
From other life - 
our words, our mind
Does not 
automatically 
make us 
more than
better than
or less than...
Just 
different than.
I am reminded 
when a cat stares
a dog wriggles
and they 
appear 
(to me)
to be trying to 
understand - cooperate
whilst we
dominate


Twenty-second Noticing, July 2014 

There are days that, despite my best efforts, the less than savory side of my fellow-men seems to be permeating life at every turn.