Yes I Heard a Drizzle...

" And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow. " 

     ~ Gilbert K. Chesterton

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Project 365-  Week 3

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Quotography- Sadness

" They say it's better to bury
your sadness in a graveyard or
garden that waits for the spring
to wake from its sleep and
burst into green. "

~ Conor Oberst

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Sunday Citar ~ Right Now..  

" With the past, I have nothing to do;

nor with the future. I live now."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Magpie Tales 101

Duties

carefully folded

she scrubs floors with tattered rags ~

sandalwood smolders

slave to his passions ~ 

beneath her silken sari

burning hatred grows

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

1-23-2012

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Haiku My Heart-

Faith

tiptoe through the rain

arms flung wide open ..  eyes smile

all things possible

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

1-23-2012

Weekend Wordsmith #325- open

Haiku Heights #103 Tiptoe

Sunday Scribblings #303- Possible

One Single Impression #204- smile

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Have a great day!

Patsy

A Late Supper...

" Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase. "
~ Martin Luther King Jr.

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Quotography-  

" The pine stays green in winter... 

    wisdom in hardship. " 

         ~ Norman Douglas

Sunday Citar- 

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Haiku My Heart

Hibernation

swirling snow welcomes 

twenty ninth day of Winter~

I cover my head

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

1-16-2012

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Project 365- a Photo Every day!

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Magpie Tales-

Beach Babe-

standing on the sand

she lifts her face to the sun

silverfish darts by

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

1-16-2012

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Patsy

A Nasty Dreary Day for My Birthday!

" No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader."
- Robert Frost

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Project 365- A Photo Every Day...

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Magpie Tales-

Treasure

dirty red divan

what secrets could you disclose~

grizzly hobo snores

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

11-29-59

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Vacation

creation restores

the weary out-of-towners ~

cheerful locals bank

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

11-27-2011

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I Write

weary old night owl

slumbering the day away

lonely missus pens

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

11-28-2011

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Bonfire

trees almost naked

shudder in November wind

sacred smoke rings rise

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

11-24-2011

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Have a wonderful day.. 

Patsy

Monday.. a Good Day..

" Worrying is less work than doing something to fix the worry. Everyone wants to save the earth, nobody wants to help mom with the dishes. " - P. J. O'Rourke

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Project 365-



Dave wonders how much this big guy eats in a day.. I wonder if Dave will let me have one?
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Magpie on Monday




Enduring

sweet passions fleeting
no seed of love to take hold
hourglass obsessions

life is good to me
your dream is my command
till all chairs empty

hate quick to muster
from the fountain I have drank
unhitched from grace

grains of sand timing
desperate souls dance with joy
sweet passions fleeting


Written By: Patricia Sawyer
11-14-2011

Haiku Wednesday- fleeting
Sunday Scribbling #293 - life is good
Haiku Heights #94- obsession
One Single Impression #194 - Hourglass
3 Word Wednesday- drank / hitch / muster

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The Ride

waking bruised and weary
a nightmare on my mind
I had peddled all night long
as Grandma perched behind
up and down the hills we flew
to places far and near
I’d just set down to ponder all
when the Telephone bell I hear
My Grandma had favor
and asks me please please please
to check my new banana seat
for what had had skinned her knees..


Written By: Patricia Sawyer
11-08-2011


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Patsy

Monday.. This New Time Makes Me Tired..!..

" Secrecy, once accepted, becomes an addiction." - Edward Teller

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Project 365- a Photo Every day!



" Friends are the sunshine of life. "
   - John Hay

Sunday Citar

Six Word Saturday

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Magpie Tales

Death’s Catch

mystery excels
I dare not salute your grave
you were but to fish

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
11-07-2011

2011 Chapbook Challenge Day 7- what won't wait? 

Haiku Heights #93- mystery

Sensational Haiku Wednesday- excel

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2011 November Pad Chapbook Challenge- Day 6- Addiction

Beloved Thou Art Gone

Hot tears break and burn
thoughts of bitter things
Solitude smothers
empty broken vows

Is it love that I have known
Lonesome nightingales sing

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
11-07-2011

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2011 November Chapbook Challenge Day 5- Something Broken

Aftermath

 

lace curtains flutter

pink garden tub tops the heap

cadaver dog climbs

 

 

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

11-7-2011

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Patsy

Sometimes I Dance in the Moonlight....

" Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. "  ~  Berthold Auerbach

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Project 365-

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
found barely alive..
but after a few sips of
sugar water..  was soon
fluttering his wings...

after one night and an almost day
he was released
and soon after spotted with an
adult bird at his own feeder
 
 
 
 
" A flash of harmless lightning, A mist of rainbow dyes, The burnished sunbeams brightening From flower to flower he flies. " -  John Banister Tabb
 
Sunday Citar

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Haiku Heights- #78 - Feather
 
 
September Harvest
 
old hens run squawking
papa dreams on feather bed
chicken soup simmers
 
Written By: Patricia Sawyer
9-19-2011
 
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Magpie Tales #83

 
 

 Mesmerized

beguiling rattle

slithers towards wisdom tree

woman chooses sin

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

9-19-2011

The Snake Charmer, Henri Rousseau, 1907

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Creative Writing September 19th

Midnight Patrons

sweet sighs of darkness

ravens behold great cities

dream angels sustain

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

9-19-2011

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Thanks to all who have visited me here today.. I hope you enjoyed at least some tiny part

of your stay.. I welcome visitors.. comments.. and followers..

Have a great day!

Patsy

Another Monday.. The Hottest One in a While!!

" Offensive objects, at a proper distance, acquire even a degree of beauty. "
  - William Shenstone

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UPDATE- Did you make a what is it guess yesterday? ? I did have a few guesses and some of them were very close..  thanks for playing along and keep looking for my next what is it.. Look close at the following photo.. this is where you find yesterday's  What is it.. I personally couldn't swear to what this thing is called.. I was told by a friend..  who knows a lot of stuff..  that it is called a guard rail turnbuckle.. I would just call it a nut and a bolt with lots of flat washers..   But whatever it is called..  it's function is to hold the guardrail on bridges tight.. thanks for stopping by my blog.. I welcome both comments and followers.. Have a great night..
Patsy

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What is IT?

Every once In a while I find something that I am interested in seeing how many of you know what the thing is..  this is certainly one of those things.. Do you know what the pictured item is.. where is it found?.. what is it used for.. ? Do you have any idea..? I stumbled onto this while trying to get close to another subject I wanted to photograph.. I bet all of you have passed one of these recently without even noticing it.. Have you seen one of these things lately.. someone out there knows what this is.. is that someone you?.. Please take a guess at what this thing is.. WHAT IS IT?? I will update tomorrow with the truth about what it is..

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Magpie Tales #77-


Sunday 160 Challenge-

his distant dreams
no pleasure brings
as braced against the porch rail
she whispers- what about the child
kissing her silently  he hears the trap slam shut


Sunday Scribblings #279 - pleasure                    One Single Impression #180- dreams

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Project 365-  Week 32-



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Brothers

on the fence.. roosters
each out crowing the other
hens sunbathe nearby

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
5-23-2011

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Thanks for visiting my blog today.. I hope you enjoyed your visit.. I welcome comments and followers.. Please remember to leave a guess on today's "what is it?"

Have a wonderful day..

Patsy

Hello Monday! You Always Show Up On Time...

" The wisdom of the wise, and the experience of ages, may be preserved by quotation. "    
- Benjamin Disraeli

" There is only you and your camera. The limitations in your photography are in yourself,
for what we see is what we are. "
~  Ernst Haas

" It has never been my object to record my dreams, just the determination to realize them. "
~ Man Ray

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Project 365- a Photo Every Day.... I make so many photo's that I can only post my very.. very.. most favorite ones.. I am always tangled up about what day I am supposed to post on..  I am pretty sure it was Saturday so I am late again.. I do thank anyone who visits me from there and them from here..

My Mom and  My
Great Nephew.. I think he looks like her...
check out their cheeks...

family fun - playing "Strut Miss Lucy"...

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Magpie Tales- #69


The Next Step- ( a haibun)


next step altered
tiny shell missing fondly
tranquility reins

one misstep and I knew I'd be eating sandy spam on wheat and lemon cookies...
Lila was telling tales of rice plantations and slavery... pirates and skeletons all jumble together..
I was pondering wee spiraled cones..

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
6-13-2011


3 Word Wednesday- alter.. fond.. tranquil

Weekend Wordsmith- skeleton

Theme Thursday - 6/9/2011- spam

Haiku Heights #47 - slavery

One Single Impression #172- miss.. ( to long for)

Sunday Scribblings #271- The Next Step.....

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Oh what a long and busy day.. I had a house full of nearly teens.. three girls and one boy.. they all wanted to play Sims at once and we all know that won't work.. they played rock band once or twice but this one would all but squeal over the others choice of song.. finally I said .. "I have had enough...." .. well.. actually I didn't say that.. but  I said some other stuff.. and ordered them to the dining table to write me a story... they draw a scrap of paper with a prompt on it.. I have to have at least five sentences... and when everyone is through they stand one at the time and tell us their story..  nothing too hard.. but I do want an illustration of some kind.. ok so I'm mean..  we are learning reading and writing skills.. spelling and art... they also help cook.. and toss corn at critters....  play hide the penny... and swim..
I gotta tell you.. kids think deep.. they claim I am making them keep a journal cause I'm mean and making them learn all summer.. the truth is that I do hope they learn something this summer..  they are really talented and I want them to know that..  but every time they present their stories I learn from them.. and that is worth every second of getting up early and listening to ... "she looked at me... she touched my phone.... she texted about me to Em"... all day.. I also made and canned 4 quarts and 7 pints of salsa and 20 quarts of squash today...  time now to rest and cool off..   Thanks for stopping by to read a few of my words today.. I welcome both comments and followers... I hope you have a remarkable day..
Patsy

Tales.. Tails and Tales

" It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog."

 - Mark Twain

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Thursday Tales- Tale # 59

By artist Damir Davarovic at DeviantArt














Hauling the Nets

Back bent to his task.. Sebastian's eyes darted back and forth over the lagoon.. balanced on new muscles.. he hummed along with the dozen or so men who rocked back and forth.. pulling over and over on their own nets.. he wished he knew the words.. he wished he knew the men.. Every end of shift they banded together and set off through the jungle.. casting off fishermans garb as they went.. At first he had been frightened that they would not return... but sure as sunrise they had been back the next day and every day after that.. He wondered how long before someone approached him.. the first day he had simply shown up on the beach as instructed and found a boat with his name secreted on it's side.. He had watched the others and set about copying them... He knew he had thrown badly at first.. but he had learned well in the three months since then.. He watched his net sail across the water and plop exactly as he had hoped.. the men were singing soulfully today.. trying to appease the fish gods he imagined.. He was not surprised that the nets came up empty again and again..

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Sebastian read back through his journals.. chewing dried fish.. He would kill a good man for a cold beer and a hot broad.. The cabins four walls had long ago closed in on him... His back ached .. his starved taste buds craved a t-bone steak and he had dreamed for nights and nights of chocolate chip cookies like his mama used to make.. He wished someone would come for him.. He didn't care who.. He had only been joking about them hiding him at the end of the earth.. Lately.. he had began to wonder .. was he the witness or the prisoner?


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Alphabe Thursday- D is for Dogs-

Clyde

Daring and delightful
for a cookie you will dance

Demanding yet dependable
out the door at any chance

Daytime ducks attrack you
a danger to you known

"Damn it all you dirty dog..
you leave my ducks alone!"

When darkness falls across the yard
you draw my eye above

Don't you know that barking isn't
how you catch a dove?

Dangling paws hang off the couch
your tender heart redeems

Deny me not one thing to know
What do dogs chase in dreams?

Written By: Patricia sawyer
5-12-20011

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Magpie Tales- #65

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The Chase
 
Cannonballing through the air
Higher and higher they flew
All beady eyes fixed on her
Sitting silently on the saint
Every blue bird for himself!
 
Written By: Patricia Sawyer
5-12-2011
 
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Patsy

Monday.. I'm Ready For a Fresh Start!..

" I'd rather regret the things I've done than regret the things I haven't done." ~ Lucille Ball

" Stand up to your obstacles and do something about them. You will find that they haven't half the strength you think they have. "
~ Norman Vincent Peale

" I haven't got as much money as some folks, but I've got as much impudence as any of them, and that's the next thing to money. "
~ Josh Billings

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Magpie Tales #64 ~  A Haibun

Enticed

It was foolish of me to follow a stranger south of the border in search of a story ... The half-masked bandits were taking no mercy on any of us.. and though I had never expected a cake walk.. I surely didn't relish becoming just another missing American.. Straddling the scratchy back of a stubborn mule .. I fingered my secret box of matches and prayed that my children would remember me...

ancient photograph
a glimpse of innocence lost ~
forest fires smoulder

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
5-2-2011





Haiku Heights- innocence
Sunday Scribblings- cake
One Single Impression- border
3 Word Wednesday- foolish-mercy-relish

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Project 365- A Photo a Day!

we had a great day at the beach!                                                                      

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 May Day

cherry blossoms burst
blue feathers line a new nest
Madam pens haiku


Written By: Patricia Sawyer
5-2-2011

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Patsy

Another Week has Come and Gone!

" An animal's eyes have the power to speak a great language." ~ Martin Buber

"I decided that it was not wisdom that enabled poets to write their poetry, but a kind of instinct or inspiration, such as you find in seers and prophets who deliver all their sublime messages without knowing in the least what they mean." ~ Socrates

"Ordering a man to write a poem is like commanding a pregnant woman to give birth to a red-headed child." ~Carl Sandburg

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Project 365~ a Photo every day!

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Three Word Wednesday-- Evident/ Illusion / Tragic

Redemption Nigh-

attention details
uncertain tales spill wildly
almost poetic

blood red fills the glass
tiny droplets stain the floor
best enemies look away

tragic illusion
fierce involvement evident
six friends bear witness

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
4-13-2011

Haiku Heights- Prompt #38 Nigh-

Sensational Haiku Wednesday- Attention

Magpie Tales #61-

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Have you wondered where I am?... I have been gone from my blog for way to long.. Life has been pretending that I am a yo yo.. tossing me this way and that.. sometimes even letting me sleep as it plans it's next attack.. Today I discovered my husbands drill abandoned and took out my frustrations on baskets.. boards.. buckets and even a rake.. hoping that the something different might exercise my angers.. cool my fires.. still my thundering thoughts.. silence is often the best charge.. but it was not to be.. I am still feeling mean and vindictive.. Tomorrow I will leave the drill alone and attack the yard with a rake instead.. Maybe if I can't calm my spirit.. I can wear it out instead.. Thanks for stopping by my blog today.. I welcome comments and followers.. Have a great day!

Patsy

Monday.. Tiny Chicks Chirp from Inside Their Eggs..

" Behold, my friends, the spring is come; the earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun, and we shall soon see the results of their love!"
- Sitting Bull

" I drank the silence of God from a spring in the woods." - Georg Trakl

" The little windflower, whose just opened eye is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at. "

- William C. Bryant

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Project 365 - a Photo Every day-



I saw Sunday-

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Magpie Tales -




En Garde

rapier in hand
satisfaction demanded~
franks roast over fire

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
3-21-2011

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Dragon Writing Prompts-

This week I was sent a link to a prompt that I first thought was too weird to write for.. but that was before I passed the cemetery and saw the new decorations... "green eggs on gravestones" was the prompt..


Decorations

green eggs on gravestones
with Easter baskets for two~
I wonder aloud

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
3-21-2011

Monday Poetry Train Revisited-
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Spring is officially here.. I love the colorful flowers that are popping up every where.. The hens are all getting broody and have been laying extra eggs all of last week and again today.. it is possible for a hen to lay twice in one day but that is also very rare.. or at least that's what they say.. I did get six eggs today from a pen that only holds five hens.. Dave and I haven't decided yet to let the hens hatch their own chicks.. we fear that because they can run in and out through the wire.. they would become snacks for our dogs.. right now the incubator is full of chirping eggs.. three quail have already hatched and I wasn't expecting the chicks before next week.. I guess they have decided to hatch a little early.. I also have duck and turkey eggs in there.. I have never hatched either of those before and am eagerly waiting for them to hatch.. The Turkeys do still have a couple of eggs in the pen with them.. Mr. Tom broke the first few that the hens laid.. I don't know rather he intended to or if he was trying to roll them into the nest that they wallowed out in the hay at the back of the pen.. we were determined to save a couple of turkey babies so we took what he hadn't broken and added them to the incubator too.. Dave came in and said they had more eggs last week but when I looked I realized that they were setting on an old potato that I gave them along with their supper.. This morning I looked again and they now have two eggs .. an onion.. a golf ball .. a rock and one potato in the nest.. maybe something will hatch..

Thanks for stopping by my blog today.. I welcome both comments and followers..

Have a great day!

Patsy

Monday- Finally We are Land-Owners..

" A flower falls, even though we love it; and a weed grows, even though we do not love it. "

- Dogen

" Each flower is a soul blossoming out to nature. "
- Gerard De Nerval

" When I walk with you I feel as if I had a flower in my buttonhole. "
- William Makepeace Thackeray

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Magpie Tales-

In The Dictionary

violet posy

pressed between heartache and home

sad token of lies

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

3-14-2011

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Snowbound

elbows on table

daydreaming beauty sees naught

winter storm moves in

Written By: Patricia Sawyer

3-14-2011

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Project 365 a Photo Every day!~

It is almost time to put out the Easter decorations.. the store shelves are covered with chocolate bunnies.. marshmallow chicks .. speckled bird eggs.. and baskets with toy surprises..

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Have a great day!

Patsy

Sunday ... Quiet and Peaceful for a Change!

"Remember that the most beautiful things in the world are the most useless: peacocks and lilies, for instance." - John Ruskin

"The monotony and solitude of a quiet life stimulates the creative mind."
- Albert Einstein

"I love to see a young girl go out and grab the world by the lapels. Life's a bitch. You've got to go out and kick ass." - Maya Angelou

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- Project 365- a Photo a Day!

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All Aboard- ( a haibun)

somehow we discovered that one could ride the train to the next town if you lay waiting just before the long curve.. where it slowed and the engineers view was blocked by the old pine forest.. everyone else already aboard.. my fat legs simply won't run fast enough.. I'll wait for them to return with the afternoon train..

blackberry brambles
tearing at my skin.. I cried
the train whistle blew

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
2-20-2011


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Magpie Tales -

Breaking-

lilies of the field
held in ketchup bottles
graced scarred tables
hot coffee filled the air

waiting nameless
temples throbbing
eyes still gritty
with last nights sins

thirteen hours
or a thousand years
all the same in the spiral
no tender mercies remain

just one wish I asked
of the face in the shaker
salty eyebrows raised
his isolation mauled

his incandescent voice
thundered silently in return
"Look about foolish one
there is no Safe Place!"

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
2-18-2011

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- weekend wordsmith #190- maul

poetry pantry #30 -

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Thanks for stopping by my world today.. It has been a lovely day to be outside.. though writing and chores have kept me house bound most of the day.. I have enjoyed the wonders of a new bird feeder that Dave hung right outside of my window.. so far I have seen cardinals.. finches.. robins and wrens.. We have chicks and quail hatching.. chirping away beneath their warm lights..

pleasing sights and sounds surround me.. I welcome both comments and followers..

Have a wonderful day!

Patsy