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# 1679 January 4, 2011 . “Eclipse of the Wooden Eye Moon”

“Eclipse of the Wooden Eye Moon” January 4, 2011

January 4, 2011
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Bianca sits
watches quietly
moon eclipses
wondering her thoughts
if understands the mystery
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OctPoWriMo 2015 Day 25
TPOS mysterious
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photo: (c) 2011 Saradunn
“Eclipse of the Wooden Eye Moon” January 4, 2011
acrylic on canvas 9″ w x 12″ H
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#1678 TPOS Prompt: Gerry Muse #134 December small stones prompt: frozen treasure .

Geese on Mill Pond, Somesville, Maine

hardy Mallards
loving the frosted mill pond
skate with joy
sun opens water for dining
fresh fish for their pleasure
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Sigrid Saradunn
December 17, 2018
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TPOS Prompt: Gerry Muse #134 December
small stones prompt: frozen treasure
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photo: (c) 2014 Saradunn

# 1677 Cherita

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painting by Ari, Vagabond Painter,
from my collection
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she sits
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waiting
listening ~ door ajar
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rainbow connection
only company
orange tulips

A clear crystal hanging in a window had sent a rainbow in just the right spot when I looked up today…snapped the photo.
This is one of my favorite paintings.
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she sits
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waiting
listening ~ door ajar
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rainbow connection
only company
orange tulips
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12/11/2016 Sigrid Saradunn
CPOS prompt: cherita noir
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photo: (c) 2016 Saradunn
painting by Ari, Vagabond Painter,
from my collection

# 1676 Palm of Hand (PoH): A Cat’s Tale: The Missing Cat Scat

Miss Blaze

11/26/2022

A Cat’s Tale

The Missing cat scat

As my community meal from
Everybody Eats, was delivered,
there was an “au du poo” scent
I told the lady,
that Miss Blaze must have
left me a present

Afterwards, I did a search
but couldn’t track the odor down.

I checked the kitchen and
the box used to keep Blaze
from going upstairs was missing ..
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I made a temporary gate of cardboard..

The next day, the cardboard still in place

Friday, the third day, I noticed a gap between
the cardboard and wall that she could slide thru ..

Saturday noticed the cardboard now knocked down and obviously
Miss Blaze had been upstairs again

I am not able to go up the stairs
since the railing on second floor stops before the top

The last time I used the steps .. I almost called the police
and asked for help ..
stuck on the top stairs and can’t go up or down…
that would have made the local newspaper’s police report

I decided on Sunday, to ask the two people that have been in the house,
if they had removed the box gate.
I wrote them an email since I can’t hear on the phone and my question too
long to text.

The Email to my friends:

The box/gate that fit “just right” but awkward,
is no longer on the third stair going up to the second floor…
two pieces of thin cardboard that leave an opening, are there…
with room for a sneaky Queen of the House to go upstairs…

Do either of you recall moving the box .. it has been there since whenever Blaze arrived
or even before when I had Bianca that was there ??? Will have to come up with plan B
.. if the box is some where in the house would be easier than to find the just right
box from years of yore.

I will need one of you to go upstairs and look for cat “presents”,
pretty please and thank you.

The eau d’poo scent from Wednesday, I thought might have been a giant faht
when I couldn’t find any cat scat
( a sort of Willie Nelson’s “Always on my Mind” mystery for me )
I found on the mysterious deposit on the second step behind
two pieces of cardboard that did not fit to block The Queen from going upstairs.

I am … OMGawd, … sounds weird to think I am wondering seriously where 3 days ..
four if today’s missing too … cat droppings.

Starting my message over to be more clear

I am curious if the missing cat doo is upstairs. since I saw her coming down
off the bottom step looking at me as if I was an intruder to her private space.

It was annoying … but will be no longer .. the inside the door cat depository .. may need to
find a way to block off that area to avoid running over the pooop 🙂

I thought too long .. burned with my right wrist with a DROP of boiling water
.. no harm,
but a reminder things more important than thinking about missing cat biological waste.

LARFP … Always a poem in everyday life.

a glance to door
or scent of au d’poo
at least not the tub
watched by the Queen, Miss Blaze,
with an innocent catty look

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“I didn’t do it” must have done it.
Poor Lewis/Louis the Ghost … now the blame is on him

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# 1675 Tanka Poets on Site ( TPOS ) 2016: prompt: rock art

Rock Art Cobblestone Beach

Tanka Poets on Site ( TPOS ) 2016: prompt: rock art

The coast of Maine is blessed with a coastline
like none other… the rare pink granite shores, sparkling
rocks that glisten in the sun… everywhere we turn,
natures abstract art can be seen.
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tossed and tumbled
waves carried from oceans depths
cobblestones
shaped, polished, sun bleached
ageless earthly beauty
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10/16/2016 Sigrid Saradunn

#1674 from the archives: Weekly Photo Challenge: Down February 19, 2012 by siggiofmaine

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Down February 19, 2012
February 20, 2012 by siggiofmaine

I don’t often travel Bridge Hill …
the Bucksport Road…
driving towards town in daylight.

I took someone
to a doctors appointment
just past this spot
and was amazed
that since my cataract surgery,
I could see the buildings
across the river…
down at the bottom of the hill
and see how the streets
on the other side were “layered”.

The yellow building
is a new construction
on High street
and then I can see
the houses on Beals Avenue
on the street literally above.

This is probably
not amazing
to anyone but me…
but looking down Bridge Hill
was a mind boggling event
for me.

Sigrid ( Siggi ) Saradunn

February 2019 Peace Post Card Poem # 1

# 1673 from my archives: Inspiration Monday: for 2/13/2012

Inspiration Monday: for 2/13/2012
February 21, 2012 by siggiofmaine
Inspiration Monday.
250-500 words…

The Prompts: Pretend you don’t notice //Picking their noses
//Musical hands//A fight to the life// Can’t see past my gun
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I wished I could think about what to write
about “picking their noses”.
It took awhile and then …
It sort of evolved into
“pretend you don’t notice”
or
as George Carlin said,
“Do people think the windows in
the cars are one way
and other
drivers can’t see them
picking their noses?“
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It gives thought to much of what
people do that they think people
don’t notice.
Do you pretend that you don’t
notice
when someone has buttoned
their shirt wrong ?’
How can they not notice ?
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Do you pretend you don’t notice
when someone has food on their
face or give a discreet point to
your face and hope they get the
hint ?
Same goes for men with mustaches,
and food in the teeth.
Sigh.
All these delicate social clues.
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When I was working
the staff would come to me
with such issues…
Do we tell someone they have their
slacks on backwards…the only seam
is down the back of their leg.
Or,
Fly is open…I mastered that one.
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Working with the uninhibited confused
souls I learned about timing and
approach…being everything.
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BUT
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Pretend you don’t notice
goes a long way these days
with the “do your own thing”
in vogue.
I myself have had purple or
metallic copper streaks in my hair
and since I love color
it is difficult to not notice the
florescent pink hair
then pretend one doesn’t notice.
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… and
my father’s statement of
“poured in and forgot to say ‘when’ “
comes to mind,

when the not so svelte,
could wear a size or two larger
and their choice of apparel.
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Which brings me to my mother’s
classic remark
“don’t they ever look at their
backsides when buying clothes ?”

The answer is “of course not !”
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So, pretend you don’t notice,
when people are picking their noses.
and remember,
the windows in your car
aren’t one way either !

Sigrid “Siggi” Saradunn

# 1672 April 15, 2014 Found poems

# 1672 April 15, 2014 Found poems

doll

knock on the door
Hand made Japanese dolls
“wife sews well” ~ seals deal

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dim

dim sky at night
rain disappoints gazers
blood moon

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dog

dogged at night
Chip* fuss budget at night
I move ~ on edge
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my Cocker Spaniel.
The end of Chip’s sleeping in bed
was when hubby had me move
over to make room for the dog

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dog

sister first teen love
little brother what a bother
dogged her every move

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dog

friend reminds me
while away midnight full moon
howl at full moon

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in memory of a special friend who
told that message in 1992
His instructions were that if one
howled at the moon MN EDT or EST
to know he was nude on his back deck
howling too !
Wife occasionally howled too
…but no nude she says

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dribble

big time date
dressed to the nines
dribble cup

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dribble

traffic speeds by
time to listen for dribbling
to stop ~ crossing street

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date

life’s memories
time line to remember
heart ~ soul written dates

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dollop

tea with popovers
on Jordan Pond lawn
dollop homemade jam

corner booth gossip
two people giggle softly
dollop of gossip

(c) 4/15/2014 Saradunn

# 1671 .. 8/30/2015 TPOS prompt: scarf, veil, kerchief, shawl

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my Mother
kerchief on her head
only in back yard
properly coiffed in public
expectation always met
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This photo, and a couple others,
of my mother not ready to be publicly seen,
are rare as hens teeth.
I delighted as a young blossoming candid
photographer catching her unawares.
She was not happy if she found any of the photos.
This one appears that she might have known
I was taking it.
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TPOS prompt: scarf, veil, kerchief, shawl
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Photo: (c) Saradunn ….early 1960’s by Saradunn
of Mary Louise Winslow Gerstner
when Sigrid was still a teenager

# 1670 Bucket list Small Stones prompt # 2 //April 11, 2019

April 11, 2019

My bucket list
for most of my life
was to be the best mother
and nurse I could be.
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I can’t remember when,
but I remember the words,
of my daughter,
not too many years ago
spoke up about
carrying on with family traditions.
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She spoke up
very matter of fact and clearly:
“The only traditions in our family
was that Mother worked.
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That festered in my mind.
There is no way to go back,
to create the family memories
she didn’t have, but missed.
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As I will write about my bucket list
from this day on,
the two things on my bucket list
as I got older … like fifty,
were to see Paris and the Eiffel Tower
and
Holland at tulip time.
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There will be in the future
a few for me
with old friends
here in Maine …
maybe the family’ll join me
for some of them.
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I have also forsaken
those treasured friends
from far away places.
… they are important to me
to see once again.
We’ll talk thru the day
and into the night.
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My bucket list
for the rest of my life
is to be the best mother,
to my daughter and son,,
and grand-mother,
and to create memories
of “I remember when
my Mother and I …”

A note 7/22/2022 … Alas, my heart is broken, Stacey died last August 10,2021,’
she being the one who got me thinking about this bucket list. RIP, darling daughter,
as I continue on trying my best to share memories of you as I create new memories
in your honor.

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