had to strut this out again
Dog-Dip in Pool
Dog Ladder on Dog Day Afternoon
No rocking required:
heartbeat enough
Let’s find seashells again
Waiting Patiently
Dog Day Afternoon
01 Aug 2018 Leave a comment
in Poetry
Boyajian
01 Aug 2018 Leave a comment
in Boyajian, Poetry Tags: a "bob day " tomorrow, a bob-boy day, Boyajian, Providence to Attleboro, time to take Bob to the dentist, where walkers are welcome
it’s a “bob” day tomorrow, a bob-boy day!
.
time to take bob
to the dentist-
from Providence to Attleboro
where walkers are welcome!
On the Bottom
31 Jul 2018 Leave a comment
in Poetry
Young enough to let go and wear hats in the water
Owen on the bottom
Owen in the middle
Owen on the bottom
Pails to swim and dribble.
blue green & red orange
31 Jul 2018 Leave a comment
in blue green & red orange, Poetry Tags: blue green & red orange, Blue ridge Mountain sunset, contrast, east &west, mountain & valley, pointed & Flat, set & rise, turquoise & pumpkin, warm & cool
Blue Ridge Mountain Sunset
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contrast:
mountain & valley
turquoise & pumpkin
pointed & flat
warm & cool
east & west
set & rise
Where Am I?
30 Jul 2018 Leave a comment
in Poetry
feel the vibe
etching by Ruby Silvious
“Where am I” Haiku:
Sometimes in the fog
emerge my roots-not to
tangle but embrace.
Before Owen was born John biked from Nassau to Queens on Long Island’s North Shore.
Now 45 years later, Owen heads the Columbia County Mountain Bike Alliance.
https://www.facebook.com/Columbiacountymountainbikealliance
The soil waited for the son, and made a path for him.
before and after the flood…
30 Jul 2018 1 Comment
in before and after the flood, Poetry Tags: before and after the flood, hold the moss of memories, of hippos in the mud, of tusks joined in love, of wiley willows whispering, posted by Roger Foucault, sometimes trees grow in water
posted by Roger Foucault on Facebook
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sometimes trees grow in water
hold the moss of memories
of hippos in the mud
of tusks joined in love
of wiley willows
whispering.
napkin folding
29 Jul 2018 Leave a comment
in napkin folding, Poetry Tags: Annika learned this, coiffe, Dutch hat, French nun, Grandma's 50thWedding Anniversary, my Alsace Lorraine Heritage, napkin folding, traveling in the car, when I was 10 years old
traveling in the car Annika learned this
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I remember wearing a hat that looked like this when I was 10 years old
at my Grandma’s 50th Wedding Anniversary.
Reminds me of my Alsace Lorraine heritage
and what we referred to as a Dutch hat.
Later, as a French nun, I wore something similar and called it a coiffe!
Isn’t life grand?
sliver
28 Jul 2018 1 Comment
in Poetry, sliver Tags: art by Piwowarski, bones, cusps, death, heart, life, magic, moonlight, sliver
art by Piwowarski
.
every sliver
conjures moonlight
cusps, magic, death, life,
bones and heart
Wild
27 Jul 2018 Leave a comment
in Poetry, wild Tags: JByron Schachner, smitten, wild, wild woolly kitten mitten
drawing by J Byron Schachner
smitten
by
a
wild
woolly
kitten
mitten
warriors in the garden
26 Jul 2018 Leave a comment
in Poetry, warriors in the garden Tags: Alice in Woderland deals the cards, in Quenby's garden, the blades of grass erect, the bunnies are warriors, warriors in the garden
in Quenby’s garden
even the bunnies are warriors;
the blades of grass erect;
and every gardener
Alice in Wonderland
who deals the cards!
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 