Tuesday January 18, 2011 Magpie #49/ A River of Stones/Big Tent Poetry

Magpie #49

Sisters in the Snow
This picture of the sisters,
In snow...
But you know,
That never really happened.
It never snowed,
Not while I was growing up.

Although I was told as a child,
About the time, long ago,
When Galveston Bay froze over,
And a bear was seen
Walking across the frozen snow.

I suppose there could come a freeze,
And over time a thaw.
Not your everyday,
Ordinary occurrence, no...
But something unexpected,
Snow in the South,
Three sisters in a row.
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Small Stone #18

Beau, my soft kitten,
Came to join me on the bed.
I never know the time
I wake up, I get up,
Sometimes I am surprised
At how early it is.

It is still dark
The computer screen
Glows before me.
I had been awakened by
A disturbing dream,
So further sleep was
Out of the question.

You are thin,
Coat tattered and old,
You eat something
From the top of the sage,
Probably something you
Shouldn't eat.
The lone coyote
Suffers want
Life is hard
These are
Final days


Perhaps this is three small stones.
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Prompt: Food

CID'S MARKET
To the grocery I go
Park on paved parking lot,
Get my re-useable bags
Select a cart
Push into the store,
Immediately hit by hot air,
Always, makes me grateful
To be there
Coming in from the cold.

Push to the produce,
Tomatoes, broccoli,
Cabbage/chinese,
Purple and green,
Lettuce/butter,
Romaine, red-tipped
Apples, oranges,
One pack of strawberries,
Loose carrots,
Local grown,
Squash, onions,
Garlic and bananas

Dried things in bulk,
Nuts, oatmeal,
Beans and rice
Almond and peanut butter,
Packaged flour, and mixes
Juices and baby food,
Vitamins and bath oil
Lotions and stuff
Tea, coffee, and water
Chips and snacks
Ethnic foods,
Cookies, and crackers
Canned food and soups
Household items,
And paper products
Diary and bread
Meat and fish
Frozen foods
And that's about it
For my hunting
And gathering.

My bags are full.
This time is a
"Small shop"
I am grateful it
Is so easy.
I drop my tokens
In the blue
Ferrel Felines can
Return to my car
Return home
Almost painless

The market is small
It is easy to hunt and
Gather all that I need
Again I am grateful
My cupboard will be full.

July 5th, 2010 Monday Morning

I just made a comment on Joanne Mattera's blog. She asked a question, "Did you work this weekend?" And that made me think about my work routine. I'm usually in the studio about 7:30 am, sometimes much earlier. I usually wake early, and so I get up, make coffee and maybe a piece of toast, and it's out to the studio.

I found many years ago, like the writer, the artist should leave the last sentence unfinished. When you know what you will do next, don't finish everything. The final time in the studio can be used to order the work for the next day. That way you can pick up exactly where you left off the day before. You can go right into your work. No stumbling around, trying to decide what you want to do. I keep a notebook handy to make notes, as they occur to me, when I am working, another way to stay focused.

I usually work until 12:00, go into the house for a light lunch, and back to work. I usually work until somewhere around 3:00 or 4:00, then I must stop to make dinner. And I try to get a walk into that schedule. That's my day. And often I'm tired, and sometimes I fall asleep on the sofa, after dinner. We don't go out often, my life is my work, and my work takes all the energy I can muster.



This is Beau, he likes to spend the day in the studio, and you can see he's exhausted at the end of the day, too.