- 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
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3 Word Wednesday- 
janky- conniption- scooched
"Daddy"
"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
1-26-2011
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Strawberry Wine
turbulent waters
laughter echoes with the waves
night washes the sky
Written By: Patricia Sawyer
1-26-2011
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Rage
honed edge glimmering
yellow barman turns away
cranberry juice stains
Written By: Patricia Sawyer
1-26-2011
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One Shot Wednesday - Poetry Week 30
janky- conniption- scooched
"Daddy"
"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
1-26-2011
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Strawberry Wine
turbulent waters
laughter echoes with the waves
night washes the sky
Written By: Patricia Sawyer
1-26-2011
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Rage
honed edge glimmering
yellow barman turns away
cranberry juice stains
Written By: Patricia Sawyer
1-26-2011
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One Shot Wednesday - Poetry Week 30
Erosion
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
6-28-2010
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Thanks for stopping by my blog today.. I welcome comments and followers..
Have a wonderful day!
Patsy
11 comments:
Beautiful birds. Enjoyed reading your post. You are very talented.
your post was for the birds - in a good way!
On behalf of the ABC Wednesday team, welcome, and thanks for participating! — ROG
'Daddy' - was a strong piece of prose - always good when there is more behind the words we are given to read..Jae
Wanda- thanks on the birds behalf. they are beautiful.. but Oh are they loud.. I'm not sure about the whole talent thing.. but I am glad you enjoyed your visit..
Roger- again and again I thank you for hosting ABC Wednesday.. I went way out this week and had you on both of my blogs.. I'm not sure if that is actually allowed but if not I'm sure someone will let me know..
Jaerose- Thanks.. sometimes words just come from me as if there is a story that needs telling.. this was one of those times.. I read over it this morning and shoot even I liked it..
I hope her Daddy does show up. It's hard to be so old at such a young age. Nicely done.
I really enjoyed reading that. Your birds are too cute by the way :)
Thank you for posting that.
Love that Lord Byron's quote. A really good choice to open the post.
didn't follow the haiku properly I think.. the police woman got ditched coz she was who she was? or infidelity on her husband's part while she was on duty?
leo- I really think haiku may say different things to different people.. actuall I meant that she sobbed because the "Scene" was bad even for a police woman.. law inforcement have seen it all.. and yet every once in a while they see soething that sets them back.. thanks for stopping by.
Patsy
very well done, P.
Sheilagh Lee:Love your story!
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