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March 24, 2013

Ransomed Time

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seasonal changes of ransomed time
coming ’round again in your eyes
when scenes play out in your mind
sepia toned images playing rewind

a summer day on a sunlit beach
walking to the water’s edge
just out of reach
casting long shadows
in our stride
digging for treasures
in the ocean tide

a vacation spent camping
at yosemite park
no pine needles allowed
in the canvas green tent
a diaper laundry line hung
between pine trees
the Coleman stove, the lantern
the sky a starlit sea

winter skies warmed by
the california sun
a metal christmas tree colored
as the color wheel turned
a little girl gazing
waiting anxiously for
christmas ‘morn to come

a spring day showing off
our Sunday best
the elm tree, the ’52 Ford
and all the rest
the smell of vinegar
the strongest kind
hunting easter eggs
our want to find

seasonal changes of ransomed time
coming ’round again in your eyes
when scenes play out in your mind
sepia tone images playing rewind

January 31, 2013

Barber Pole

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the barber shop pole
in fashion once on
every street corner
has become an icon of
another time and place

This is for the Small Stone Challenge January 2013. You can find them at http://www.writingourwayhome.com . This is Small Stone #27.

November 25, 2012

Spirit Play

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my spirit plays amongst
microscopic particles
of sand sparkling
left clean

as the salty ocean water
leaves trails
of foam behind

an intruder…
but nought as it
takes flight drifting
in and out of wildflowers

as a honey bee
gathering
golden pollen
from within each
petaled wonder

taking with it the
beauty of fragrance
it once again rises

to find healing in
the sunrays
cleansing in
the raindrops

letting colors of
the rainbow
penetrate
to become one
with its’ soul

to wrap itself
in grandeur of
nature to embody
it all

my spirit shares a
moment in time
cascading
down waterfalls

smoothing pebbles
in a stream
catching glimpses and
reflections
its’ life
embodiment of mine

November 12, 2012November 13, 2012

Images of Teddy Bears

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fighting back the fears
of losing you always
illusive as giant spiders
crawling over me
on the attack..ATTACKING

talking to you calmly
joking about tomorrows
amidst sterile sheets
IV lines needle piercing
driP, drIP, DRIPPING

watching your eyes
close beneath the shining
BRIGHT hospital lights
you seem SO very small
but only to me

glancing as attendants
wheel people by their
surgery already done
time goes by the
clock ticK, tiCK, TICKING

purple hospital gown
images of teddy bears
my heart beating
against my rib cage
thump…THUMPING

you lay before me waiting
and…one minute here
…the next one gone
time mediates anxiety
’til i see you smile again

My daughter had a successful surgery to remove surgical clips left from a surgery some 14yrs ago now and is doing well. The doctor who did the surgery has since disappeared (you hear about this happening to people you don’t know) but my daughter is now happy that perhaps she can get on with life. These are the things that went through my mind before her surgery.

September 26, 2012

Essence of Time

as essence of time
renews itself
like a seedling
rising up twisting
breaking through a
muddied ground

so footsteps will
one day traverse
these halls anew
a different era
giving rise to
echoes of me

September 9, 2012October 9, 2012

The Fulcrum

i was unaware that i was
caught in a fulcrum of
endless time whizzing
like the white noise of
traffic moving on the
street below leveled

at me never really able
to penetrate beneath
my walled in psyche
keeping me safe so
that age cannot find
me except within the

particles of sand forming
a mirror where upon
i momentarily glance to
see time has captured
me there quite in the
center of endless storms

Hope you will bear with me as I take on something new here. I have found some software online called Real Paint World that takes doing art images online a bit further than Micro Soft Paint. I got really frustrated after lots of trial and errors and then could not, for the life of me, figure out how to save it where I could pull it into the post but finally did. I have been so taken with a site by Rick Daddario with images and Haikus at http://rickdaddario.com/blog.htm (I can never come close) that I decided to go out and get some software I could try on my own. Thanks for your patience.

August 28, 2012

Time’s Door

Photo by Edward Weston 1939

the coastal terrain whizzes
by in my effort to catch up
to claim time as my ally

drift wood laden shores
with rocky strewn beaches
such alien distant creatures

my car picks up speed on
straightaways, slowing down
on curves the car sways

when will i reach destination
unknown a room with a key
time once again has flown

walking on the sandy beach
salt spray, shells and stone
i no longer feel alone

my thoughts weave about the
elusive tide of time’s door
plying soul and spirit’s core

reaching inside to pull my
heart throughout times’ eternity
journey’s calm is wrought

as though the sea winds have
wrapped me within their embrace
helping me again to face

a world where the essence of
time flies capturing unnoticed
years unfurling tinctured rhyme

July 23, 2012

Past Measure

plaintive musings of
heat radiating
from the rafters
we contemplate
a moment after

but continue on in
search of the
perfect treasure
every one someone’s
past measure

old photographs in
sepia tones
a baby doll of
porcelin, clothes
yellowed and torn

coal shuttle boxes
now retired
carnival glass
pottery dinnerware
long since fired

a day of retreating
back in time
touching other’s
lives simpler then
in lines of rhyme

June 3, 2012June 3, 2012

“But Why”

innocence treading in silence
listening to the whirring
machines a sterile room

holding a bed on wheels with
white linens blankets
covering him in sleeping

standing close to her looking
’round watching before his
hand extends beckoning him

closer to touch his to assure
him all is well as he touches
then holds the aging hand

she tells him time to leave
he wants to go home with him
but she says ‘no’ not this time

“But Why?” his brown eyes implore
she can only say he has to stay
here for awhile ’til he’s better

until they say he can go home
but he can only look at her to
implore “But Why?” looking for

answers he won’t understand as
his innocence fills the silence
he tells his grandfather good-bye

I am still very good friends with the man I was with for 20yrs and married to for 30yrs. He underwent major surgery this last week to repair a triple aortic abdominal aneurysm and although he has other health issues he did much better than expected. I decided to write something taken from my grandson’s experience. Kade is 4yrs old and is trying to wrap his young mind around why his grandfather is not at home where, in Kade’s eyes, he should be. We are all pleased that his grandfather is recovering nicely. I was privy to all of this but the last part when his mother, my daughter, told Kade it was time to go.

February 8, 2012

Inkwell Legacy

Reminiscent of a
time when inkwells
held secrets of
auspicious authors

when they dipped
their quills
inside and with
a flourish of
script containing

dots and crosses
left their legacy
to span time
connecting their
hearts and souls to
ours

Inkwell

An inkwell is a small jar or container, often made of glass, porcelain, silver, brass, or pewter, used for holding ink in a place convenient for the person who is writing. The artist or writer dips the brush, quill, or dip pen into the inkwell as needed or uses the inkwell as the source for filling the reservoir of a fountain pen