TREASURES

My treasures are a visual prayer my eyes delight to see: a garden full of flowers a pocketful of butterflies, flying free; broken seashells smelling of the shore flowered teapots from days of yore cards and notes bearing good wishes faded photos of familiar faces Then, there’s the warmth of sunshine and the freshness of

WORDS ‘RETOURNED’ WITH THANKS

In September, I posted half a poem, a Retourne, for Jilly’s Casting Bricks Collaborative Poetry Challenge.   Some friends accepted the challenge and wrote their responses, i.e., the last two stanzas of a four stanza piece.  Their works blew me away with their creativity and ability to  write a response that fitted so perfectly with

FORGOTTEN BETTER DAYS (Jilly’s Half-poem Challenge)

Smoke gathers round the rim of my coffee cup remnants of the skirmish in my untouched bowl of cereal your suitcase sits by the door, the new leather one not the weary worn green canvas with tags from our trip to Paris last summer leaving me with a million Forgotten better days and a badly

BUTTERFLY (WPC: Focus)

  Yesterday, I was following my husband and children on their way to the woods to shoot some balloons. Formage, Grandpa’s mythical pet, was having a birthday party according to Grandpa and the children were supposed to join in the fun. While I was trying to catch up with the children who happened to be

PINK TULIP (for Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Pink)

The garden is her ballroom where she dances a dainty minuet bobbing and turning in her velveteen skirt. How the sun beams at her admiring her grace while she blushes like a princess meeting the eyes of her prince. She shimmered and she danced until she gave her final bow in the midnight hour, sweet

WELL, HELLO THERE!

LITTLE THINGS (for WPC: Achievement)

  I wash the dishes prepare our food do the laundry fold our  clothes scrub the toilets polish the floor kiss my husband before he heads out the door I change diapers kiss my children’s wounds teach them their ABCs tell them to be good I play their games hug them tight tuck them into

PAINTING AUTUMN

Paint the leaves scarlet and gold lend them the glow of the sun riding low in the sky Don’t scrimp on the colors the shadows will come anytime to fill in the spaces in the foliage You will need the charcoal to trace the path of the leaf swirling from the branch to the ground

MY SON’S POEM

Today, my second grader, Raphael, learned more about the weather. The Enrichment Activity suggested the writing of a poem about the weather. Here is the poem he wrote: ALL ABOUT THE WEATHER In winter, it is cold as snow spring is as rainy as water can go weather is so neat rain or snow it’s

ESCAPE

There was nowhere to hide there was nowhere to run so they escaped upwards of whatever’s hunting them down there was fear there was hope there was anticipation of what they’d see they climbed higher and higher until they reached heaven they were free. ~~~~ I wrote the above piece as a response to the