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
Found
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.
ode to christmas tree
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 Believe.
Originating Elsewhere
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
Silent
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
above
and the cows fast asleep
beneath
-adapted from The Water Babies by Charles Kingsley (1917) found on GoogleBooks
Totem of Mine
Ladybug
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?
Here is Ladybug with a ladybug in my backyard last weekend.
Find the Vixen
For Realz
Spread The Frenzy
Barked Back