Sunday, January 30, 2011

Sunday - Just a Few Words... a Visit to the Old Pond!

"You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm."
-Gabrielle Colette

"If I had taken a doctoral degree, it would have stifled any writing capacity. "
- Barbara W. Tuchman

"Optimism and stupidity are nearly synonymous."
- Hyman G. Rickover

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- The Pond-
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September Mourn

shriveling towers
serpent cheering- mobs rejoice
fisher woman cries

written By: Patricia Sawyer

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We only craved a toddy
something frosty in a glass

And then she came in sideways
all eyes were on the lass

We giggled from our corner
she put on quiet a show

She acted like she knew us
though how we didn't know

She waved and yelled a hello cheer
across the room she ran

She fell upon my sidekick
and grabbed her by the hand

" I disappointed Mama"
she whispered through the tears

I thought about my own Mom
now getting on in years

Her story wasn't new to us
we had heard it all before

In fact sometimes was our tale too
a time or three or more

She said "God brought me to you
can you help me find the way?"

"I've been straight a long long time
until I failed today."

We promised her that life is hard
and filled with lows and highs

Disappointment finds us each in turn
the bold.. the meek.. the wise..

We told the lass to raise her head
forgive herself and smile

Temptation lures us each at times
it surely can beguile

She begged us not to hate her
before we parted ways

I know my thoughts will dwell with her
for days and weeks and days

We only craved a toddy
something frosty in a glass

And then she came in sideways
Heartbroken little lass....

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

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Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Wednesday.. .. Another day of Whipping Winds... and Shivers...

"Pleasure's a sin, and sometimes sin's a pleasure."
- Lord Byron

"Life is always a tightrope or a feather bed. Give me the tightrope."
- Edith Wharton

"Wisdom sails with wind and time."
- John Florio

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- ABC Wednesday-
B is for.. Birds!.. my Quaker parrots
3 Word Wednesday-

janky- conniption- scooched


"God I hate my janky life" she wailed at the littlest ones.. Realizing she was dead center of one of her conniption fits I had scooched around the corner before she caught sight of me.. Leaning heavily against the side of the house I hoped she would hurry and finish her tirade.. Sammy was singing happy birthday in his three year old voice and Sarah Lee was squealing and throwing green beans across the kitchen from her seat in the old high chair.. I didn't see Benny and Mary Ann but I knew they were in there.. eating peanut butter on day old bread and wishing Daddy had carried us away with him...

At least I hoped they still believed in Daddy.. Being the oldest.. at thirteen.. I had quit believing in Daddy about the same time I quit believing in Santa and the tooth fairy.. Neither one of them had ever bought me a gift or slipped a dime under my pillow.. I didn't know much about who my Daddy was.. or any of the other Daddies either for that matter.. but I liked to pretend that one day he would find out about me and come riding up in a red mustang and call out.. "Janet.. you come on now.. it's time for you to come on home with me" ..
He would pick up the baby and cuddle her close as he and I herded the others towards the bright red car.. Yea.. the way I had it figured Daddy might show up any time now.. I reckoned that I better get on in there and get the children tended to.. I hadn't heard her hollering for at least five minutes and she was sure to be getting ready to go out on what she liked to call a date... I had homework for two classes and it would be bed time for the littlest ones soon .. I was already planning on telling them a wonderful new story about Daddy...

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Haiku Heights- "sin" -

The Scene

wind through the window
a fancy dress on the floor
police woman sobs

Written By: Patricia Sawyer


Strawberry Wine

turbulent waters
laughter echoes with the waves
night washes the sky

Written By: Patricia Sawyer



honed edge glimmering
yellow barman turns away
cranberry juice stains

Written By: Patricia Sawyer


One Shot Wednesday - Poetry Week 30


errors and excuses
repeated every day
over and over again
second place~ a hard space to fill
in tiny drops I die
over and over again
never to heal ~ the erosion of my soul.

Written By: Patricia Sawyer


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Friday, January 21, 2011

Friday.. Cold .. Dogs Barking at Shadows and My Left Hand is Itching..

"This whole world is wild at heart and weird on top."
~ David Lynch

"Travelers, there is no path, paths are made by walking."
~ Antonio Machado

"Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old."
~ Franz Kafka


Week End Wordsmith #186- "Socks" -

Grandma Knits-

rockers creak fireside
woolen stitches sing along~
new socks warm my toes

Written By: Patricia Sawyer


Hunting Party

mountainside wolf howls
mournfully at father sky
squaw turns drying bear

Written By: Patricia Sawyer


Just Breath

my shadow
scarred and driven by pain
stomps along
companion through dreams denied
no heart- no tears- no life

written By: Patricia Sawyer

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Wednesday, January 19, 2011

I Stole Some Time to Twist Some Words..

"All that we see and seem is but a dream within a dream."

"Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality."

"I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat."
All from Edgar Allan Poe

who was born on this day in in 1809... Both of His parents had died before his second Birthday and he was taken in by John Allan.. who raised him partly in Richmond Virginia and partly in England.. He was never adopted.. but took Allan as his middle name. He briefly attended the University of Virginia where he was expelled for not paying gambling debts... He entered the US Army using an assumed name and later entered West Point.. he was dishonorably discharged after serving less than a year .. for dereliction of duty.. He began his literary career in the 1830s, serving as editor for several magazines.. after the death of his wife he spiralled into depression and drunkenness... though He wrote some great poetry.. including "The Raven".. he is best known as "The Father" of detective stories.

Haiku Heights- #26-


dare I close my eyes
where dancing fiends haunt my dreams~
red rimmed eyes falter

Written By: Patricia Sawyer


kill- surreal -descent

The Hunt-
completely surreal
my descent into darkness
scent of her fresh kill
overpowering my soul
cautiously I raise my stake

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

- ABC Wednesday Challenge- Round 8

- albatross feeding in the rain at Lake Edgar Brown in Barnwell...
A is for -albatross and awed..


avaricious acrobats
taking advantage
of abundant appetizers-

around and around
through the air
and then an awesome dive-

again and again
all afternoon
their attitude abounds-

apparently taking aim
on an especially tasty tidbit
then attacking from above-

absolutely UN-afraid of the alligator
asleep in the rock alley ashore
they rest on the water-

air to waters surface
time after time
until all appetite is alleviated-

abiding silently I smile
as the ancient assoluta of the albatross
holds the great white herons in absolute awe...

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
(assoluta- supreme dance)
- Open Mouthed Awe!
- Wordless Wednesday-
from a word bank found at the 32 words that I had to use were...

Concoction. Whisper. Magenta. Scent. Sublime. Hearth. Shore. Wings. Twist.
Adoration. Cliff. Envelop. Lime. Pearl. Horizon. Vanilla. Glass. Nonchalant. Ghost.
Appease. Cocktail. Vestibule. Frame. Soul. Lips. Lace. Memory. Trellis. Rose. Garden.
Moon. Arcane.


memory's sweet magenta whisper

oh were there some vanilla cocktail

a ghost of scent haunts the vestibule
of my dreams-

lace in the garden- a rose trellis-
and lips-

a hearth near the shore- star lights
across a velvet sky-

sublime cliffs behind and an arcane moon
on the horizon-

the nonchalant tilt of the glass-
a twist of lime to appease my soul-

a flutter of pearl wings- awakening
as adoration envelops my spirit-

white coats smiling- bright lights- and the pain
of oblivion-

with a smile from the lady in the frame I promise-
"someday- we will remember "

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
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Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Words and Wordless... It's as Cold as Ice..

"May I never grow to old to treasure 'once upon a time'."
~ Anonymous

"Close the door. Write with no one looking over your shoulder. Don't try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say. It's the one and only thing you have to offer." ~ Barbara Kingsolver

"Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self." ~ Cyril Connolly

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- Icy!
- Wordless Wednesday-
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3 Word Wednesday-

harmless, moist, yelp


harmless mouse running
panic erupts in a yelp
moist pants are hidden

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

- One Shot Wednesday - Week 28
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Snow Day..

"Getting an inch of snow is like winning 10 cents in the lottery."
~ Bill Watterson

"Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather."
~ John Ruskin

"The Eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for love."
~ Margaret Atwood

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We have had a rare couple of days with snow and Ice.. mostly ice in my own yard..
Dave convinced me to go for a ride with him.. I held on white knuckled as he slipped and slid along the roads..
.. Staying in the ruts was the only way to stay on the road.. we saw a deputy slide right into the ditch..

~ The road less travelled...

- One of my young pine trees..

~ Grandma's old rose bush encased in ice..

~ a horse in a coat..
~ I love all the patterns and designs the ice makes on everyday items such as these posts..
Though it is still very cold.. it did warm up enough today to melt all of the ice and what little snow there was.. thanks for stopping by my blog today.. I welcome both comments and followers.. Have a wonderful day!

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Thursday.. Dark Clouds Hovered and Threatened.. But No Rain... Three Things for Thursday!

"I fell in love, not deep, but I fell several times and then fell out."

"Life is like an onion: you peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep." Sandburg

"Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance."

~ all by Carl Sandburg... who was born in Galesburg, Illinois, on January 6, 1878.. Carl Sandburg was an American writer and editor.. he was best known for his poetry... He won three Pulitzer Prizes.. two for his poetry and the third for a biography of Abraham Lincoln.. he also wrote a children's book of tales known as "Rootabaga Stories".. I have searched old book shops.. thrift stores.. and antique stores high and low hoping to find a copy of it for myself.. I have read some of the stories on-line and believe it or not... my favorite story is about seven rusty rats... and so

#1- Happy Birthday Carl Sandburg!

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#2- On January 6, 1912, New Mexico became the forty-seventh state.. Known as the “Land of Enchantment.”.. New Mexico is the gem of the Southwest.. History.. Culture.. and landscape join together to form an impression that will never ... leave you once you have visited this beautiful state.. I am lucky enough to have been on two trips there to see my Son.. (Anthony).. His lovely Wife..(Tana).. and my Beautiful Grand-Daughter Maya.. They live in Santa Fe.. The Capital city of New Mexico....
.. hiking.. snowboarding.. art museums.. road runners.. waterfalls.. gorges.. .. Indian reservations.. wineries..mesas.. yucca.. caverns.. and the Rio Grand river all come together with the people there to truly enchant it's many visitors...

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#3~ Alphabe-Thursday - The Letter M-

M is for Music~ a while back I was sent the word music by someone who wanted me to write a poem.. when someone sends me a word I think on it a little then I write a poem.. Every time it is different and sometimes I will like a list of words or a single word so much that I will write more than one thing from it... I love music..

Time To Dance- (music!)

Melodies pulsing through my soul
Undulating symphony of rock and roll
Strumming rhythms.. electric heat
Instrumental with a jazzy beat
Chords and lyrics.. Microphones
~~Bring delicious wiggles to my bones.

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

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M is also for Mom- I am lucky enough to have once seen my Mom dance... with her twin brother..he was a smooth dancer.. he knew all the fancy steps.. at least that's what he once told me... I miss him tonight.. I am pretty sure that both him and my Mom love Music too.. ... That's my Mom in the Middle.. the four of us are half of her eight children... most of us don't jitterbug any more.. at least not when anyone is watching.. but we do tap our toes when we hear music...
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Wednesday, January 5, 2011

I Love a Rainy Night.. Mist Shrouds the Pines....

"To-night the winds begin to rise/ And roar from yonder dropping day:.. The last red leaf is whirled away,... The rooks are blown about the skies."
~ Lord Alfred Tennyson

"There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it." ~ Edith Wharton

"A writer should write with his eyes and a painter paint with his ears."
~ Gertrude Stein

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Y is for... Yard Art
and for...

The Yeoman's Tale....
The year was still young when you yielded.... yellow-bellied yet yapping.. you yodeled
Yankee-doodle.. yanking your own yarn.. smoking yarrow by the yard... yawning?.. yea.. yearning yet yelling.. yelping yesterdays yokes here and yonder.. till your youth yellowed.. then with a yeasty yell you yachted...

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3 Word Wednesday-

Plausible- Taint- Willingly

The Witching Hour

willingly tainted
plausible excuse muted
she swam in moonlight

Written By: Patricia Sawyer



old age hangs
a cheap coat..
no taint
upon family name...
plausible lies sweet
to the listening ear...
willingly blinded
starlight ..
the brightest light seen...
till you...

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

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Thanks for stopping by my blog today.. It is raining out today so the dogs and I have taken short walks between showers.. but I think it may be warmer than it has been so far this year.. I welcome both comments and followers.. have a great day!