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Saturday, November 2, 2024

Water Colour Memories

Painting a picture of memories ~ those wavering pastel curtains that, save for brief moments of clarity


reveal only fragments, 

edges tarnished and frayed 

yet beautiful. Oh yes, there are those with little 


beauty, except for vulnerability and the strength that just may blossom from the inky black.


“The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.”

~  Cesare Pavese, Italian poet

(1908 ~ 1950)

Friday, November 1, 2024

Momentum ~ PROGRESS 2 ~ Theme for November 2024




Painting a picture…….

Roots of memory……

Opening an…..

Growing ever…..

Recall of ……

Entering a……

Steps to ………

Sorting through…….




“I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m on my way.”

~ Carl Sandburg

Thursday, October 31, 2024

There Are Times


There are times I want to say

I am growing old. But when 


I look at the numbers attached 

to my name they don’t make 


sense. As though they belong 

to someone else with a  


visage different than the one I remember. A photo from a 


skating event, or beginning Grade One, or a family 


wedding. But then I look in the 

mirror and see the face I see every 


morning. Older and, if the saying 

holds true, wiser. In my heart, all 


the added years fall away and I am 

that child, that teen, that young adult, 


that 30 something, and a few more 

decades. Those smile and worry 


wrinkles, dark hair streaked with 

white, and a few creaky joints? 


Merely a gentle sculpting of my mind, 

my spirit, my soul and my body.


“The great thing about getting older is 

you don’t lose all the other ages you’ve been.”

~ Madeleine L’Engle, author

(November, 1918 ~ September, 2007)

Wednesday, October 30, 2024

The Claw

Do you remember 

Fairgrounds in summer? 

Full of noisy teenagers laughing 


and flirting with each other, the motors of the crazy rides throwing everyone into hysterics of 


laughter or terror, every ride with strident music, and all the games of chance. “You could win 


your girl this giant teddy bear!!”   “Dunk the clown in frigid water for only a buck!”  And then there 


was The Claw. Probably called 

different names in different midways,  

but just as frustrating. The goal?  To get 


the prize -  some brightly colored little 

stuffed toy sitting inside a plexiglass 

case of multi-colored  plastic balls. Getting 


The Claw to grasp the toy and swing it to the 

chute….almost! That’s what writing is like: all 

those words with the most brilliant idea 


always just out of reach! But here I am 

again, putting my quarter in, believing 

that I will catch that it. But not tonight. 

I’ll try again tomorrow.


“If I waited for perfection, I would never write a word.”

~ Margaret Atwood

Tuesday, October 29, 2024

Journey into Nap~time

Settling into position for a nap

was not something I wanted when 


I was 5 years old. Looking out my 

bedroom window at the tall brown 


elevators and a passenger train rumbling past was more 


interesting. But many years have rumbled past and my window gaze


is just sleepy. My grey wool blanket encourages my eyes 


to close and in a breath, 

I drift into nap~time.


“Let’s begin by taking a smallish nap or two.”

~ A.A. Milne

Monday, October 28, 2024

Dusting

Poetry brushes the dust 

from a day’s work, to 


reveal little pulses of heart 

and longing that remain 


still and quiet all day while 

I go about the reading and 


writing, washing dishes and 

sweeping the floor, feeding 


me and the cat, or walking 

home from the bus stop. 

 


“Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.”

~ Carl Sandburg

Sunday, October 27, 2024

Behind My Eyes

Behind my eyes lives 

imaginings of dreams 

gone wild in the mist 

of wonderings and 

waking, ’til morning 

brightens my windows 

and I close the curtains 

behind my eyes.


“Nights through dreams tell the myths forgotten by the day.”

~ C.C.Jung,  Memories, Dreams, Reflections