My back hurts. my nails are dirty, and my feet... I smell of mulch and rich dirt and my hair got cut short yesterday because it smelled like sweat all the time.
Some of you are saying What? while others are nodding and smiling. Okay, I will come clean... or humm dirty... I'm a bulb pushing, limb pruning, leaf pinching, ground tiller, seed planting, organic fertilizer.... addict
I am a Gardener
Planting is hard work, planting is time consuming, planting is heaven to me.
If you don't garden, try it. If you garden, well you know in your heart that it is exercise for the soul.
Writer on a Horse
And a Dog
The world looks better from the back of a horse and the roads of life are easier with a good dog beside you.
And a Dog
The world looks better from the back of a horse and the roads of life are easier with a good dog beside you.
Thursday, April 20, 2017
Wednesday, April 19, 2017
2017 Progressive Poem
Once again,
I signed up to do the Progressive Poem hoping I would be able to meet, no embrace the challenge.
It might be just one line but to me that line makes me part of something
wonderful.
Thanks Irene for organizing this. Okay, I've stalled
long enough.... my line is at the bottom in bold print.
I’m fidget, friction, ragged edges—
I sprout stories that frazzle-dazzle,
stories of castles, of fires that crackle
with dragonwords that smoke and sizzle.
But edges sometimes need sandpaper,
like swords need stone and clouds need vapour.
So I shimmy out of my spurs and armour
facing the day as my fickle, freckled self.
like swords need stone and clouds need vapour.
So I shimmy out of my spurs and armour
facing the day as my fickle, freckled self.
I thread the crowd, wear freedom in my smile,
and warm to the coals of conversation.
Enticed to the stage by strands of story,
I skip up the stairs in anticipation.
and warm to the coals of conversation.
Enticed to the stage by strands of story,
I skip up the stairs in anticipation.
Flip around, face the crowd, and freeze!
Shiver me. Look who’s here. Must I disappear?
By hook or by crook, I deserve a second look!
I cheer. Please, have no fear. Find the book.
Shiver me. Look who’s here. Must I disappear?
By hook or by crook, I deserve a second look!
I cheer. Please, have no fear. Find the book.
But wait! I’ll share the lines I know by
heart.
Mythicalhowls, fierytones slip from my lip
Mythicalhowls, fierytones slip from my lip
Blue scales flash, claws
rip, the prophecy begins
I now
hand off this adventure to BJ at Blue Window
I can’t wait to see where you will take us.
Here are the links to everyone
doing a line for this year’s poem.
1
Heidi at my juicy little universe
2
Tabatha at The Opposite of Indifference
3
Doraine at Dori Reads
4
Michelle at Today's Little Ditty
5
Diane at Random
Noodling
6 Kat
at Kat's
Whiskers
7
Irene at Live Your Poem
8
Mary Lee at A Year of Reading
9
Linda at TeacherDance
10
Penny at a penny and her jots
11
Ramona at Pleasures from the Page
12
Janet F. at Live Your Poem
13
Margaret at Reflections on the Teche
14
Jan at Bookseedstudio
15
Brenda at Friendly Fairy Tales
16
Joy at Poetry for Kids Joy
17
Tricia at The Miss Rumphius Effect
18
Buffy at Buffy's Blog
19
Pat at Writer on a Horse
20 BJ
at Blue
Window
21
Donna at Mainely Write
22
Jone at Jone Ruch MacCulloch
23
Ruth at There is no such thing as a godforsaken town
24 Amy
at The
Poem Farm
25
Robyn at Life on the Deckle Edge
26
Renee at No
Water River
27
Matt at Radio, Rhythm and Rhyme
28
Michelle at Michelle Kogan
29
Charles at Poetry Time
30
Laura Purdie Salas at Writing the World for Kids
Thursday, April 6, 2017
Spiritual Journey Thursday: New Life/Spring/Easter
Violet Nesdoly has the spotlight this month and she's going to be
talking about New Life/Spring/Easter. If you want to check out her blog here is
the link Violet Nesdoly
New Life
Of course, we all think of babies at the mention of new life.
But, I like to think outside of the box.
Isn't the moment we take Jesus into our heart the beginning of a
new life... and I don't think new born Christians are babies... maybe in verse
but not in body.
When we marry or finish college or just move into a home of our
own don't we start a new life. All these things and many more that I've
not mentioned change us... we are no longer the same
A time of un-flawed beginnings. The blossoms on a tree or a
first date. Maybe a chance encounter with a stranger who might become
your very best friend.
Easter
I know many people see Easter as a new beginning but I see it as a
end. When Jesus died, he mended the rift between God and humans.
The sins of Adam and Eve were washed away and the beacon of hope was
handed to us all. We answer only for our own actions... good or bad.
So, to conclude, I think all these words mean one thing... I grow,
expand, learn and become a better me
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