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March Into April

Prompt 163: Reciprocate

Time scampering past
Days full of new adventures
Life adjusting, changing, a constant metamorphosis
My shell crumbling, giving and taking,
Emerging quickly into the light,
My heart and soul given freely
I now redeem my reward
A fair trading of struggle bartered and in return
A collection of memories inherited
Reaping what I’ve sown
Seeking peace, obtaining balance
Give me a moment, I’ll give you a lifetime
Or perhaps,
I just ride off into the sunset

A Change of Sails

A change in time, a change in place
A change of jobs, a change of pace
change your style or change your friends
change your path and change the end
Change for a 20, change for a 10
Change for the bus, ‘Change please, friend’
A change of homes, a change of kin
A change of friends you never win
a change of schools, begin again
A change of age, a change of space
A change of morals, A change of rules
A change of sails, blowing you into the unknown      ~Ethan Allen

What do you think of the new digs? AWESOME work by PrincessJenn right?

A Slice of Pi

Pi-ku Haiku:

Lost an hour


A late sunset

From OSI via A Challenge for Pi Day: Write Your Own Pi-ku:

Today is March 14, 3/14, 3.14, or as it’s known to many unlikely to have other plans, Pi Day. I’m learning about a few ways Pi Day is celebrated by so-called mathletes. There are pie contests and pizza parties. Those who can recite more than just three digits do so out loud to no one in particular, and the Exploratorium in San Francisco holds an all-day celebration. And some people, we understand, write pi-ku—haiku about pi. I say we take it one step nerdier and make new rules. You don’t need to love math to love Pi Day!

First line: 3 syllables

Second line: 1 syllable

Third line: 4 syllables

Things seem so illusionary, but it’s the corners of my mind that scare me


Into you I direct
All my unwanted thoughts
The ones of self doubt
Sorrow, struggle, sadness and worry
My quagmire corner receives them all
In that place of muck and bog
Upon that slick and springy ground
They cannot find firm purchase
And lose their strength and power

Click on the graphic to see more poetry with this weeks prompt of “Quagmire”

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.


Prompt 117: Floating

I’m bobbing through life

River of calm and rapids

Combined and alive


It’s Friday and time to meet and greet some new friends. Link up and follow at any of these sites, I will see you there! Everyone have a wonderful Memorial Day weekend. We are heading to my brother’s house with MacD and Funsize to show off the new baby! There will also be food, games, relaxing, sunshine, pools and alcohol. Probably all in excess.

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And the wolf behowls the moon

ode to christmas tree

as i lay beneath you
the scent of pine is sweet and deep
the lights twinkle off the glass of years gone by
no dazzle, no tinsel, no new-fangled gizmo
can reflect the light as do the colored glass
of days gone by
my great grandmother, matriarch of our clan
long gone since I was eight, but alive
in the hearts and souls of her girl children
first, second, third
and then fourth and fifth generations
cannot resist the draw of the sparkling light
reflected upon your balls of light
passed down when  you passed on
but never forgotten or trivialized
orbs of gold, green, red and blue
reflect not just light, but hope and love and faith
of purpose given at birth
of purpose found in life
of purpose for all
To believe, have faith, and most of all

Originating Elsewhere

napowrimo2009_1 The challenge today is to find a passage of text, preferably from an out-of-print book, and turn it into a poem. This process is appropriately called a found poem.

All else was


For old Mrs. Earth was still fast asleep and like many pretty people

She looked still prettier asleep than awake

The great elm-trees in the gold-green meadows were fast asleep


and the cows fast asleep




-adapted from The Water Babies by Charles Kingsley (1917) found on GoogleBooks

Patience is the key to paradise


napowrimo #9: paradise



Where all you miss, you see

All you’ve lost, is found

All you need, is given

What you hate, no longer exists

No pain, no heartache, no doubt

Surrounded by love, engulfed in light

Cool or warm and stormy or clear

Where peace sought, is granted

Totem of Mine



Beetle of our Lady, manifestation of my ideas and thoughts

Delicate and loving nature, encased in black and red armor

Your brief visits remind me life is short, release my worry

Spreading wings, is it time to fly in life?

Metamorphosis and growth, let go

Restoring my faith and trust in sprits

Have I told you all enough time how wonderful and fantastic my Grandma (aka Great) is? Well, I am saying so again! That woman is amazing and having her in my life is the greatest gift. So what could she do to make it even better? I didn’t think there was anything she could do, but she managed anyway (amazing woman). As you all know, since Ladybug was born I have become known as Ladybug’s Grandma. My animal spirit, the Ladybug, visited me first when Ladybug was a baby in the hospital. She comes back to me often now and, in fact, came to Ladybug’s birthday party on Sunday to visit Funsize (bearing tidings from Collin I am sure). Yesterday I received a package from Great and inside were these wonderful salt and pepper shakers and a pie bird. They are hand painted with ladybugs! But it is also personalized. Isn’t this the coolest thing EVER?

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Here is Ladybug with a ladybug in my backyard last weekend.

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