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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.


Monday, July 21, 2014

A Post a Day July 2014 Number Twenty-One

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 First

Stop. Listen! What's that sound?

Early morning fog eases me into Monday, muffling the sounds of traffic.

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


Dragonfly, out one summer day,
Hard at work – easy at play
Lit upon a milkweed pod
High above the soggy sod

Watching a man, so very tall,
But really not that scary at all
Sitting there he forgot his wings -
(they are gossamer things)

Intending to get them nice and dry
For when next he took a whim to fly
He let them droop he let them drop
Before he knew the sap they did sop

Oh right away he knew the danger
Having been told since babe in manger
Wings are a gift from the kind fairy queen
They have to always, always be kept clean

Being distracted - forgetting just once
Truth be told, he felt like a dunce
Hoping to keep looming disaster away
He lifted them up towards Sun's ray

He flexed - he strained - and finally took off
Narrowly avoided- Barn! Eave! Trough!
A gentle breeze had sent him awry
As with heavy wings he could not fly

The man by the creek (really no squatter)
Friend to snake, bird, and otter
Dragonfly with his last burst of strength
Landed upon the mans great length

Who saw right away Dragonfly's plight
Dried sap that was preventing his flight
Gently held out finger, strong as an oak
With creek water droplets, began to stroke

The sap, now dry, began to dissolve
And just like that - problem solved!
Dragonfly soon able to fly away
Gratefully resumed his work that day



Twenty First Noticing, July 2014

In the gloaming, bird songs begin - trying to keep dark away? Or calling down the night, welcoming a time of rest?



  

Sunday, July 20, 2014

A Post a Day July 2014 Number Twenty

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, Twentieth

(Stop. Listen. What's that sound?)
(Seven Word Sunday)

Sacred Silence: electronics and television turned off.

July Writing Project - A Poem a Day - Day Twenty

Mother cat and kittens - two
Lying atop the porch rail
Grooming as cats are wont to do
Every time without fail
There are new kittens around
They gravitate to house from yard
Enticed by humans, held by sound

(this lazy and to the writer, peaceful, recounting 
of the joy of being owned by cats is 
halted
abruptly
by yet another "free kittens"
Internet plea
joy is now pierced by sadness
three sets of eyes
pleading from the pictures
rob the moment)

This poem shall not be finished




Twentieth Noticing, July 2014

(imperfect ten + seven word Sunday)

{10} connections in person occur better with eye contact by both
{7} people really appreciate being noticed, in general 


Saturday, July 19, 2014

A Post a Day July 2014 Number Nineteen

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, Nineteenth

Stop. Listen. What's that sound? (in conjunction with six word Saturday)

rain saturated flowers excess drips pools


July Writing Project - A Poem a Day - Day Nineteen 

As days turn to weeks  
months  
years
I wonder the weight of
worries
sorrows
fears
Have not engulfed
spirit
breath
dreams
The magic of being
flows
sustains
streams
Tribulations are my
lessons
detours
dark
That illuminate the
release
elation
spark
That nugget of the
Divine
Which resides in
Mankind

Nineteenth Noticing, July 2014

imperfect ten

raindrops cling to spider web glistening diamond orbs in sunbeam

Friday, July 18, 2014

A Post a Day July 2014 Number Eighteen

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, Eighteenth

A stone from the roadside, bone from an animal carcass tossed in the trash, a broken bit of glass - and the dream of what could be. 


July Writing Project - A Poem a Day - Day Eighteen


My spirit longs to soar to heights
before just a dream
To travel to a distant land
discover sights unseen
My body here at home does toil
firm on native soil
Some may think me foolish - naive 
when fantasies I weave
I care not for their view of me
for just a shell they see
The miracle of who we are 
is written on a star
And scatters down like fairy dust
across Earth's fragile crust
'Tis our quest, our lot, in life
when mundane things are rife
To make a choice you know
which seeds to plant and grow
I just opt to add a bit 
of magic and not quit


Eighteenth Noticing, July 2014

we, the human race, are diminished 
by hate daily - I weep