Thursday, October 7, 2010

Friday September 30, 2010 Magpie Tale 35 I am October





I am October

I am October...
Excuse me...
Could you pass me a tissue?

Yes, I see your new dress,
Reds, yellows, oranges,
Literally on fire!

But it is you,
You lowly sagebrush,
Master of the bare plains,
You grow in abundance,
Tiny forest,
You are the one that holds us together,
Won't allow all to blow away,

Perhaps it is for lack of respect,
You take your revenge,
Like your cousin Ragweed,
You cast your pollen far and wide.

I sneeze, drip and tear,
Another tissue please?

I look at you in October,
I will not forget.
You have your place,
You do your job,
One that only you can do,
You grow where others cannot.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Thursday -- September 23, 2010 Mag 33 White Ginger






You speak of Acquade Parma,
But my dreams go back many years.
I opened the tiny package
You gave me.
Along with all the other gifts
You brought from the islands.
So long ago...

Pan-Am had only one flight a day,
You were greeted
By a man, ambassador round the world,
Dressed in feathered head-dress,
He played the role of King Kamehameha
And placed a lie around your neck.
In my dreams there remains...
The sweet smell of white ginger...and you.



Theme Thursday -- Stretch

I am often stretched in every direction.
As an artist,
Like my role of woman,
My work is never done,
A project completed
Only leads to another.

I go to yoga to stretch
Beyond where I have been before.
I write words,
Look for meaning,
I have the opportunity to be
A Super Hero, Rubber Woman
Stretch to my limit.

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Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Tuesday September 21, 2010 Afternoon in Taos



Monday as I worked in the studio, I was aware there was a lot going on outside. Like a child -- without a sound -- seriously building sand castles to fill the sky. I had not really taken time to see, but at the end of the day when I left the studio, I was amazed! When clouds build up, they become a pallet, that catches every color of the sunset.














Friday, September 17, 2010

Friday September 17, 2010 Theme Thursday - Reveal



Oh dear, reveal....
To conceal?
Or to reveal it all...
That is the question?

Pandora opens her box
And spreads before you
Her treasures,
All soft and warm,
Beautiful colors,
Glitter, sparkle and shine
Laughter is heard......

The precious things
Are returned to her box,
Never to see the light of day,
Don't even ask.
They are hidden in a place
You will never look
Buried beneath your own heart.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Thursday September 16, 2010 Magpie Tales 32 -- Time Runs Out




Instructions
1) Write a poem or short vignette using the picture featured in this post as your inspiration. Feel free to take the photo to use for your post.

2) Link back to Magpie Tales from your post.

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3) Post your piece on your blog no later than 8:00 a.m. EST Tuesday.

Easy peasy free fun.






A Time of Your Own

I opened the window to see,
An hourglass if you please,
A reminder of another time
And how they kept track....

When to get up?
(And I'm wondering about this?)
Appointments to be kept,
Let's meet for lunch?
What time would school get out?

Probably the way people said
Things would be different,
You probably couldn't say, ten fifteen?
It all happened when the sands ran out,
And then of course someone had to turn it.

There is a saying, we still use today,
"The sands of time."

And then the sands ran out for the last time.
And people had a new way to keep track,
It had to do with the circle,
Circle of time,
One would have to wind it up.

But no more turning over.
You could have one in the hall,
Or wear it on your wrist.
Never late for an appointment.

Then from winding to batteries,
The end of the circle,
Only numbers,
But with all of our inventions,
And drive to keep better tract.

Sometimes we're late,
The battery runs out,
And has to be replaced.
Time stops,
TIME STOPS!

And when our life is over,
Time stops for good,
No more keeping track,
Well leave that task to another
It's a job that's never finished

It lasts a lifetime,
And that's a time that cannot
Be measured
It's something individual
A time of your own.

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