Notch by Notch
Release
Saturday, walking the woods and fields behind the library. Reaching the corn field, it looks like a tractor recently came through and plowed under the standing stalks. Rock-sized clods of black dirt lie in a wake of tire marks, segregating the field like waves on an ocean. A few geese stand, looking perplexed at the…
I’m a bit beat but I am still making a diligent effort to get my poem a day done. It’s amazing how tired sitting and listening to people show and tell can be, no matter how interesting the topic is to you. I went to a Home Landscaping and Garden Fair put on by the…
Walking down the sidewalk
Plastic cup of whisky in my hand
“This is illegal,” I think
I’m a good girl
I don’t do things like this…
When nothing seems to help, I go and look at a stone-cutter hammering away at his rock perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred and first blow it would split in two, and I know it was not that blow that did it, but all…
The Mississippi River has gotten a bit high, making our usual path by the river impassable. But the high river made for a few good photos and of course, another poem. I bet you can’t wait until poetry month is done! Oh, and on a side note. I have a new camera on order. I…
Saturday night I flew swiftly from a deep sleep into a wide-eyed sitting position. A gasp of air, a desperate swallow to make sure I still could. I’d been dreaming. And in the dream something had frightened me, and with a sharp intake of air, I swallowed something large and oval. A rock? I don’t…
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Awwwww, as Dorothy so eloquently stated, “there’s no place like home.”
Your chickies are growin’! What a marvelous mosaic!
Have a beautifully blessed day sweetie!!! :o)
you’re poem-ing again. I love the lines “box of chirps” and “dash and dump”
Perfect: )
I was able to picture the whole thing…just from what you wrote. 🙂 Well done, Maery.