Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Walnut Bridge

Once a towering black walnut stood
Sentinel o'er river birch and lilac wood
Until storm and time conspired
One fated night the mighty tree expired
Leaning listing left to decay mold

Weeks and seasons and weather passed
Still precariously leaned a drunken mast
Thus explored by curious cat and snake
A shelter for bird and rabbit did make
Through blistering heat and icy cold 

April so harsh May left behind
June brought wind and storm most unkind
An epic elemental fight
In aftermath of the darkest night
Morning and new purposes unfold

A footbridge for wildlife will span
Meandering stream untamed by man
A surface smooth easily traversed
Each confident step well rehearsed
Nature is a wonder to behold

~ Ellen Apple 06-25-2014

Wednesday Rain

Rain greyed skies deepen the greens
Weigh down the leaves as the trees bow
Teardrops splatter the page in front of me
Even as rain falls across the flowers 
In my garden outside

My heart now a garden of sorrows 
Too much inside of me
For the waiting sun to magic make
Or the moon to comfort give 
For time marches on 

In the wake of
In spite of
In the face of
The splintered broken shell
That once was a life well-lived well-loved

~ Ellen Apple 06-25-2014

Saturday, June 21, 2014

Life as a Flower (for Rhonda)

Life as a Flower (for Rhonda)

We start out as a bud
Close tight secure
Our family surrounding us
Like the newly formed petals

Time progresses 
Petals expand
Friends are added 
Varying hues and sizes

One by one
They wither 

Exposing the heart

Friends move on
Loved ones pass 

Leaving us with 
Questions unanswered
drifting down

torn fragments

The heart remains
It too perishes

We are reborn  
seeds planted
containing a fragment
a bit 
Our essence

That which brings a smile
A tear

Minds forget
Hearts do not

~ Ellen Apple 06-21-2014

Friday, June 20, 2014

Solstice Shower

Thunder rolls through
Echoing off the mountains

Rainwater dripping 
Puddling on the lawn chairs

Lightning flashes
Lighting up the dim room
Momentarily knocking out power

In twelve hours 
We celebrate 
The sun

Summer Solstice

He must be getting all
Gussied up today
Splashing in the tub

Singing in
A booming baritone
To a captive audience

~ Ellen Apple 06/20/2014

Thursday, June 19, 2014

Attempt at a poem

A small stone
I hold in my hand
Some call it a rock
I don't understand

Rock sounds so harsh
All pointy and sharp
A jagged departure
Always standing apart

Pebble now a better
Term yet elusive
Rambling about 
Dislodged with a shove

A stone is worn smooth
By time and place
Easily fitting into
Its current space

The rock is heavy
Sinking to the deep
The pebble too mobile
Always on the top of the heap

I shall stick with the small stone
Easily cupped in my hand
Ever present to ponder
Perhaps someday to understand

~ Ellen Apple 06/19/2014

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Wednesday Words

Two humans and two cats reside
In our humble abode
The man and woman never hide
When weather is in overload

The cats now that is another tale
That gives one pause to think
When there is thunder and lightening and hail
They hide underneath the sink

~ Ellen Apple 06/18/2014

Monday, June 16, 2014

Monday Morning Musings

I was born and raised in Tazewell County VA. When I lived in Gaston County NC I saw many,many Cotton Mill houses and villages. Now I am back in SW Va, Russell County now. There are houses here that are so like the Cotton Mill houses. It just hit me, these Coal Camp houses - Cotton Mill houses are a visible proof of the hours of labor Appalachians put forth decade after decade, sweating and bleeding and dying, in cotton mills and coal mines, logging and farming. 

We are a rural people for the most part. Proud, self-sufficient, clannish often but that just means we are tight with family and loved ones. We are independent, strong willed, *not* illiterate hicks. The terms hillbilly and redneck are not insulting to us, they are descriptive of who and what we are. We have helped clothe, feed, and keep the lights on for a nation that many parts of look down upon us in return, but we have not given up or given in to the hard rows we have hoed. 

We have adapted, we have turned out generations of doctors, lawyers, authors, musicians, actors, astronauts, athletes ... we have sent our sons to war, followed jobs to Northern and Midwestern cities but returned home every chance we had. 

These mountains are our flesh and blood, they draw us home no matter where we may roam. I am so proud to be from and of this place.

I was not always at peace with my roots. I yearned to be like and sound like the folks on television and in movies. I practiced pronouncing words like the people on the news when I was in my teens. 

I left home at 23, lived in south Florida (Fort Pierce) for almost 7 years, in NC (Dallas) for 8 years, in SC (Blacksburg) for 4 years until returning to Va. 13 years ago. 

My accent has evolved. I was in NY for two extended periods, once 2 months near NYC and then 7 month upstate. While there, especially the 7 month stay that included a brutal winter on Lake Ontario, I discovered the pride and love that had hidden in my soul for the place of my beginnings. 

I am quick to defend my mountain ways, no longer try to blend in. I flew mad so many times over the disparagement I encountered, especially in Florida and NY, for being from the mountains. Now, I am not saying there aren't not-so-good things here. We have severe issues, unemployment and drug abuse are rampant. But the fact of the matter is, that can be said of any region in the country. By and large, the settlers of these parts were the Scots-Irish, and the independant fighting self-sufficient spirit that was their legacy to these parts is, in my opinion, what the whole country needs to rediscover and tap into. 

I try not to be too political (see the Scots-Irish reference above), but things have to change, be better, if there is any hope to be found at all. 

Friday, June 13, 2014

Defining Moments

Defining moments 
Happen all the time
Quiet little snippets
While looking for sublime

A breeze
A smile
An attentive ear
Defining moments
Happen all the time

~Ellen Apple 06-13-2014

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

I give up

My last post was not promoted on Facebook personally or on the Page we have.

Same number of views as if I had promoted it.

Facebook is ineffectual and a time sucker.

I am so over all of the politics - xenophobia - racism - liberal this - conservative that - preachers - baiters - trolls - users - abusers -

Much less will be seen by me on Facebook

I have *8*


followers of this blog

So I am a voice crying in the wilderness

tap tap tap
anyone there?

Never a comment - except for Leigh, dear sweet cousin always so encouraging - I love you!

06/19/14 UPDATE

After the pity party, I looked closer .... more than eight people read this blog, I was just feeling isolated and alone that day

The 8 is google+ followers, I also am on networked blogs, and many of my followers link through Facebook.

My pity party made it sound as though I do not see and appreciate the kindness of each person who reads my words, and that is so far from the reality!