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Saturday, 31 August 2013

31 August



That morning she had woken with the sun rise. She had slipped down the path to the beach before the stars had faded. She had seen the sun as a sliver of orange light cresting the horizon. She had sat on a smooth rock and felt the first rays of warmth heating her face. She had waited there while the sun rose higher into the sky and filled the world with daylight. While she waited she listened to the waves coming up onto the shore and the gulls squawking at one another. It was just another day here in paradise.








treasure

31 August



she was centered
just frayed at the edges
like wild purple poppies she had seen once
in a photograph

pistil firm at the inmost parts
petals fluttering a little on the margins


he stood her in a jug of
clear water
and seeing her way clear again
she leaned against his stamen.
and drank the
juices up



Imaginary gardens with real toads
Saturday challenge in honor of william carlos williams

Friday, 30 August 2013

31 August



my man above me.

come down I whisper to him

I've something for you



31 August







30 August



Bruce Lee



30 August




focusing on keeping her motives pure

She let go of that which she could not  praise

editing and edifying all things with love.

for the hands that winnow are love and so is the salt that seasons

coming on a whispered prayer, a fluttering breeze, a crashing wave

it matters not

love is the benediction. 


30 August


worship




it's such a beautiful word. 

I honor sacred spaces.  the sacred in people, the sacred in the every day ordinary moments I am blessed with, the sacred in the places at the beach or in the wood or walking down a city street.

I honor the sacred in myself.

I honor the sacred in my loved ones

i honor the sacred in those who don't know love

I have learned to let go of that which i cannot praise

my chapel is the nature around me

I send my devotions and offerings 

 over the sea and into the winds

I have learned to worship the love

regardless of where it comes from or how long it stays

 whether it is strong and solid or fluttering for a moment on a soft and gentle breeze

 love is my adulation

my prayer

my supplication

my alpha and omega

my benediction

i worship love













30 August







Next week I start my first day of college at the local community college

my first day ever at fifty years old


it's a fence I thought I would never hurdle

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

 I have a new computer

which i really needed

i liked my old computer very much


i miss it already

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

computer batteries do not last as long as computers do

i think they should last longer

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

when you buy a new computer they try to sell you every single extra gadget and "plan" on the market

If you don't buy them they send more sales people over to tell you what a great deal it is

and how much you need it

if you do buy it they try to sell you something else

if you don't buy something else

they send extra sales people over to tell you what a great deal it is

and how much you need it

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

my pictures look better on the new computer

it's bigger

it has touch screen

i only got that because it was the best deal

I'll never use that touch screen





random 5 

friday fences

friday finds







Thursday, 29 August 2013

30 August



vibrant colors






29 August

when I come to their garden

I steal in through the gate







28 August


thunder

They sat out on the porch and watched it roll in over the sea.

Thick, black, huge, menacing  clouds that left no doubt about what they were up to.

The entire island had settled and hushed in anticipation and the even the gulls on the beach had 

stopped squawking at one another.

The wind picked up and whipped the trees back in forth in front of them and the waves crashed so 

loudly they could almost feel the salty spray from the shelter of their perch on the porch.


And then came the thunder.





29 August









when I came to their garden

I smuggled in through the gate

and roosted down amongst the eggplant blossoms


 they are unaware of the rich and deepest purples looming on their horizons

the  velvety leaves - teardrop shape - Italian heirloom - jewels of delicious creamy flavor



 one could be sated with blossoms

just by opening the gate


Wednesday, 28 August 2013

28 August

steps


her steps were like the dancers
in an old fashioned musical

up some and then back down
down again and up some more

never a discernible pattern
at least not so far
at least not one to pick out

the first step is the hardest
no matter how many times it is taken

but I don't believe that

it's the step you've lost count of
that's the most difficult
the one you can't remember if you took or not
or where it led to
or if it ever even had a starting point

her steps were always quiet ones
tippy toe steps
that no one could hear
or notice at all
as it turned out

now there was a route mapped out
now she followed a path
now she could hear the steps she took
on her own journey
see her footprints in the fog
now she sang and danced in her own musical
stepped in time to her own rhythm 

now she noticed


poetry jam

28 August

imaginary garden with real toads

Wednesday word challenge


the stars were edgy
they thrust their drumbeat
into the night sky
rapidly
with sharp finesse

like crickets
banging out a cryptic calypso
the moon was a souffle
she believed would
rise and follow

masters of her childhood universe
they had  leverage on her soul

she was not so fancy now that she had climbed
in her fairy tale carriage
and stood on the precipice

now that she knew

childhoods can be broken
and crickets have a peppery bite









 master 
leverage 
crickets 
carriage 
moon 
edgy 
believe 
precipice 
calypso 
pepper 
fancy 
bite 
thrust 
cryptic 
souffle 
rapidly 
drumbeat 
bang 
climb 
broken

28 August






on the beach of a morning

giant gull wrestling with a gooey-duck clam for breakfast

gulls will grab a clam shell in their beaks and fly upward

they let go from the sky and the shells break open on the ground

then, of course, they fly back down as quick as they can to feast before

 another gull comes along and snatches it up


this gull had found himself a clam that was too big for him to fly with

 he had to pick away at it from the ground 

 looking over his shoulder every few seconds to make sure that no other gull

was going to steal it away from him

because sea gulls love a free meal



we remarked that it was an awfully big breakfast and perhaps he might skip lunch that day






Tuesday, 27 August 2013

27 August







in early morning
the gulls kicked up a ruckus 
from the water's edge

rain fell quiet, soft
upon darkened streets outside
reflecting streetlamps

at the earliest hour 
 he laid his hand upon her hip
and she moved toward him

 





27 August





Her mother had said the rose of sharon marked the end of summer

and now she knew that it was true.

it was at the old house that she had said it 

there the rose of sharon grew at the end of the driveway and was white

or such a shade of pale pink it was hardly even pink at all

 this year she noticed the rose of sharon was purple

and remembered about the poem she had read back then about the old lady that shall wear purple


would it be like that for her mother

now that she was getting older

now that she was more than a pale shade of it

more than the pink you could hardly see


do other girls feel their mother's aging like

rose of sharon




and remember the words that they heard once

in their mother's garden





Monday, 26 August 2013

26 August



a walk in the wood

and once there were raspberries













25 August

back to school

for the first time in 30 years!





writing utensil

Missed this one -oh well


favorite subject

my family




lunch

on the fly





recreation

we rode our bikes to the beach when daddy got home.
we walked the tide pools
and stood in the gloaming
and waved to a family who had built a fire pit in the sand









Sunday, 25 August 2013

25 August







25 August







filtering the pieces out
 

she rides the train south

it's not always easy to keep fierce

enough she cries out 

 of the bitterness



and steps into the gusting of a warm spring day





25 August


strong




first born

beautiful

smart

courageous

loving

loyal

funny

kind

believer in fairies

hearer of mermaids

tree nymph  

Saturday, 24 August 2013

24 August

33 word bedtime story



g'night, she said, and kissed his cheek.
the  night sky was full of stars.
light from the silvery moon shined through the window.
waves came up the beach and slowly went back down.



trifecta trifextra

24 August









when I wake my first steps lead me to the porch

and I see the morning glories blooming

one morning only and by early afternoon they are gone

all of that glorious creation

all of that stunning beauty

all of that magical celebration

for one morning only

how can i not notice each and every bloom

how can I help but be humbled by the wonder of our universe





Friday, 23 August 2013

23 August


the tide


They walked to the beach together. In the gloaming.
It turned out to be something they did quite often that summer.
And they held hands. His was smooth and tiny and  her's larger and wrinkled with time.
On rocks worn smooth by the sea they sat to watch the sun set.
Then they walked home.


friday 55




23 Friday



last


they thought that these days would last forever.  all of them wished that this summer would stay.
it was a magical  and it seemed as if even though time was not able to stand still it could  at least pause.


We  even imagined that perhaps we could linger in the current of time like the seagulls that flew up from the beach and stood still in the sky for a short time.

In times to come we would have only the hazy memory of looking down upon ourselves playing on the beach or riding bikes of an afternoon. 

the children felt the pull

as if they loitered near the edge of something

We who knew it was there all along lived for a short time enchanted


and then we walked together out of the last of the extraordinary summer











23 August













My boyfriend with his youngest son.

 they grow too fast too soon.

and summer's over with a sigh



23 august




~ ~ ~

I saw an acorn on the ground the other day. 

I picked it up and put it into the nature jar on the kitchen table. 

after a while of collecting tiny things the jar becomes layers of seasons...shells, pieces of beach glass,acorns, tiny pine cones,seed pods, a fortune from a cookie, a wish jotted down on a small piece of paper,back around to beach glass again.

I wonder how many years we can fit into that jar.

 almost a hundred maybe

memories don't take up much space

~ ~ ~ 
my boyfriend's great aunt chioci died last week.

she was almost 100  
she never married - instead devoting her life to her sister's children and grandchildren

and eventually great-grandchildren

from what I have been told she was the kinder of the two sisters

and all who knew her  speak of her with much joy

this is a deep and enduring loss

and she will be sorely missed


~ ~ ~

I have a serious case of poison ivy

it has slowed me down
I'm on major doses of prednisone

and I'm looking forward to it going away like a child looks forward to Christmas

 

~ ~ ~

java chip haagan dazs ice cream is really, really good.

it's possible to eat one of those little containers in one sitting

it's been done

~ ~ ~

the morning glories on the porch are blooming now

I had three out there this morning!
But, the moon flowers have yet to bloom

I hope they do

~ ~ ~



jabberwocky  flower gardens along split rail fences are my favorite

that's six

you get an extra random this week just because...

 it's random





Thursday, 22 August 2013

22 August






the nutmeg scented geranium was in flower again. She rubbed her hands gently through the leaves and

absent minded brought her fingers up to her nose to inhale the spicy scent. 

The evening came on much earlier now and she had hung some small white lights on the lemon tree that was out on the porch.

seagulls flew over head and cried out...she wondered what had rousted them from the beach.

the sky was tinged with orange-pink



earlier in the afternoon, or was it yesterday, she couldn't remember now, she picked up an acorn from the walkway
and set it down on the bureau in the kitchen 
 it was there still.

she thought there was a difference in red oak acorns and white oak acorns. One dropped the short, round kind like the one she had in the kitchen and the other a longer more egg shaped version.

but she didn't know which was which.





she had made a pork for dinner and the dishes were done

put away in the cupboards with all the clanging

the boys had gone for an evening bike ride 

in the park she could hear the softball games.
the men would be finishing up now 
and the women's game was about half-way done.

It was the play offs so husbands and friends and town folk were there to cheer them on 
 she could hear them from her spot on the porch.

Only the trees blocked her view of the game and she flirted with the idea of walking over 
to see the last two innings. 

the seagulls had gone back to their place on the beach

playful shadows of twilight lingered on the porch and lit up the corners with an orange glow

she sank in with her camomile tea

and wondered why the lemon scented geranium hadn't ever flowered 

and if the moon flower vine would

 bloom when the sun went down.




the tide over black rock beach was as low as it could get 

wet sand reflected pink and orange back up to the sky

the lights on the other side of the sound began to twinkle

and low flying geese honked to each other as they searched out  a place to roost 


the same tonight as last night and the night before that.

changes so subtle that she hardly even noticed till she saw the beeches turning yellow in the wood


the seagulls were still restless on the beachas she watched the sun set 
and thought it is a perfect evening 
 for a bike ride round the island



later that night
 when she walked past the kitchen window on her way to bed  the full moon shone

hung low in the sky

 full and round and pale golden orange 










Wednesday, 21 August 2013

21 August




 travel


The Aquacasino leaves the harbor for it's gambling cruises every day in summer. 

It travels twice a day on weekends.

The people buy their tickets in advance for the three hour gambling cruise out and back in again.


 They stake their wages on a big win and they stand on the deck to watch the shore receding in the setting of the sun.

I am happy to watch it's twinkling lights cruise by from my spot on the beach because I have always found the joy placing my hopes on the wonder of dreams  and not necessarily their arrival.













21 August



in a vision i saw you
now you are here
your gaze is soft upon me
poetry jam 




I cried out





As I walked the beach this morn
and heard the seagulls call

 stumbled through the maze of what my life has been thus far
and marveled at the blessings in my steps

when I saw my grown children taking on lives of their own
and stood in awe at the beauty that I found in them

 when I saw you gazing from across the willow grounds
and found familiar solace in your eyes

and when we watched the moon rise above the calmness of the sea
and stood in the reflection of it's light


I cried out

but no sound could crack the stillness

no words that I could utter would define

no beating of my heart could break the silence





for they have broken the barrier of the speed of sound

and crashed right through the speed of light

and still  no one has measured yet

a speed to break the sound of love




21 August



fade
to disappear or die gradually








 
I wanna tell you how it's gonna be
You're gonna give your love to me
I wanna love you night and day
You know my love will not fade away
You know my love will not fade away
Not fade away

Buddy Holly

~ ~ ~


busted flat in Baton Rouge waiting for a train
I's feeling nearly faded as my jeans
freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose
nothing don't mean nothing if it ain't free yeah

Janis Joplin





~ ~ ~

the nights are cooler now

 the gloaming comes earlier

along the path to the beach goldenrod and tansy grow where the wild roses once were blooming

we sit on the porch of an evening -sweaters have been dug out from the back of drawers

and sneakers mingle with the flip-flops and water shoes in the basket by the back door

 low flying geese honk as they fly past us and settle onto the beach in the fading light of day

 this week we've felt the loss of a gracious and softhearted family member
a gentle woman


 it's a deep and enduring loss




here on our tiny island we gather as family

to say farewell

"love is real, and not fade away"

 savoring the last of summer as it sets slowly into the horizon 


we release it peacefully

 feeling it's sweet caress as it  gently fades away



Tuesday, 20 August 2013

20 August







everywhere i go there are signs....

snippets of conversation overheard at the  fish market

children talking amongst themselves about class lists and teachers.

here and there the sumac leaves are turning orange 

and aspens drop their yellow leaves on the walkway steps

the nights are cooler now and mornings as well. 

I find myself reaching for a sweater while i sip my  tea on the porch.
  
 daybreak is later and the evening twilight settles sooner

~ ~ ~

as i ramble through the gardens it occurs to me

that no one has mentioned any of this to the cosmos








they just keep on blooming and pay no never mind what-ever to the calendar


~ ~ ~












Monday, 19 August 2013

19 August








morning glories grow in a pot on my porch. 

 every fresh blossom greeting the morning sun is a celebration for me.




The  bachelor buttons in the community gardens nod their little cornflower heads

 here and there amongst all the other flowers.












Sunday, 18 August 2013

18 August











I dreamed we had not parted. 
That we had spent the years nestled in each others hearts.
 "Stay" you told me way back then.
 But I was not persuaded
And so we spent that period of time apart

if there are degrees of separation 
then we have closed the space in ours
though after decades even, my vision of you did not fade

and now we tread the same floors 
we sleep beneath the same ceilings 
and pay tribute to the youths that we once were
now we occupy the same space
we dream the same dreams

Now our visions nestle in the autumn of our lives

now there are no years between us save the ones that bring us forward

and there is no space between us now


now our hearts 

stay 











18 August





~~~

sky

is to look up





accessory

is my camera




verb
is to  kite-surf







transparent
is the stained glass star hanging in the living room window




tiny

is the dolphin bridge on wonder-boy's ukelele 




18 August




happy



Saturday, 17 August 2013

17 August








to the woman who tends to the roses
i often admire from afar
i once picked a few of the buds near the fence
and I carried them home in my car
now they sit in the sun on my table
with their stems in an old mason jar

they perfume my house with their fragrance
i treasure their old fashioned charm
and i pen this short note to just to tell you
though I don't wish to cause you alarm
I admire the sweet-scented pink roses 
that grow by the side of your barn

I imagine you  reading my letter
in your garden sipping tea
and I leave you with warm salutations
 signing yours truly from me
tis the girl who admires the roses
that you tend in your home by the sea




17 August


bashfully

swanky













17 August



small


It's just a small thing. To be kind. To be generous. To be decent and civil toward one another.

To be the type of person we all strive to be. To let go of anger and bitterness. To walk away from strife and confrontation.

To change the direction and move into a place where we can get along with each other.

One very small step.

To be in control of one's emotions when faced with pandemonium or wrath or a hatred that's bitter and deep seeded.

To find and focus on the small part, the nugget,  that is able to take presidence and control leading the conversation to a different outcome.

Perhaps into a place where we can practice some empathy

or at least get along.


short of that i roll up the window and drown you out




small




17 August







It's only when we silent the
 blaring sounds of our daily existence
 that we can finally hear the
 whispers of truth that life reveals
to us, as it stands knocking
on the doorsteps of our hearts.


K.T. Jong




Friday, 16 August 2013

16 August



caesar's  palace

morning glory

silly human, silly human race




the first morning glory flower greets the day


we have a porch garden

it looks out over the sea and receives both early morning and late afternoon sunlight

in the middle of the day the sun is above the roof of the porch and so it's well shaded

our house sits in sort of a three pronged fork with beaches on either side and a small park in the middle.

so we have a grassy area to play in but we don't have to mow it



~


There are white caps on the sound and i counted at least 10 kite-surfers!

some days they gather there and the the more experienced surfers teach the new comers  the sport.


~
Baked beans were in the oven all day and the whole house smelled like Laura Ingalls Wilder had
    been here. I keep expecting to hear pa on he fiddle.

molasses, onions, brown sugar and bacon

~



mornings are cooler even though it's still August

often i have a sweater on when i sit on the porch with my morning tea

~

It was very windy here yesterday.
When my daughters were still quite small we used to call these rather blustery days.
That is what Winnie the Pooh called them. And so of course, so did we.

one of us would say to the other

"hmmm....it's rather a blustery day today"

and the other would reply

"why yes, so it is. What would you like to do today?"


blustery days are good days for walking through the fields and wood nearby or going for a bike ride.

 good days for opening the windows and letting the clean fresh air sweep through the house.

hanging out laundry days

 watching the white caps on the waves kind of days

baking days

warm cookies always taste better on blustery days.

~









Thursday, 15 August 2013

15 August




"we need to learn to dance more softly"








She would bring the geraniums in from the porch when the cooler weather came.

In her imagination she had already mapped out a place for them.

The would sit on the sideboard table in the dining room.


all of the winter they would be there with  low winter light shining soft and cottony over them.

And in the spring she would bring them back out to the porch where they would greet the warm weather

with new blossoms and unfurling leaves.



In the empty places on the porch she would plant mums of yellow and purple.

But not yet.

Not till September when summer was truly almost over and the nights were cool






for now, it was enough to sit out on the porch a spell

 dream a little dream - plan a little plan






wait to see if morning glories would finally  blossom  

and marvel at how well the rosemary did this year


 watch the rest of August come settling over the island







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