An Artist, Photographer, Writer, Poet

Monthly Archives: October 2011

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Gargoyle. For Muses Challenge. Prompt was a lion gargoyle. It is on YUPO, a plastic paper, painted with Daniel Smith water colors. Just got it framed and ready to exhibit.

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Friday, October 28, 2011, Six Word Journal

Somesville/Vagabond Painters/trouble upsetting others.

(PS, all is well…known as open mouth insert foot syndrome.

kind people are forgiving !)

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Upper level winds make for unusual cloud formations...I love looking at the sky and seeing the unusual visions the clouds present us.

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Six Word Journal:  Saturday October 29, 2011

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Turkey Dinner, Congregational Church:  so yummy!

Winter storm warning.  So soon? Yikes !

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Wind and rain, some snow, but Halloween goblins don't scare easily.

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Six Word Sunday Journal:  October 30, 2011

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Cold, windy, stayed home, stayed warm

( Stephen King’s house awaits me tomorrow)

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Definition of “Confation
“….something that’s quite personal,
but liberating having written about both.
“To bring together: meld or fuse; to combine
(two variant texts, for example) into one whole.
I kid you not, boy did this thought intrigue me,
and so I wrote and titled my current poem “Conflation”—
something that’s quite personal,
but liberating having written about both.”
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emmett wheatfall
October 2011, for dVerse


A “Conflation” effort: 
Life:  What Happens When You Are Making Other Plans

When I was young,
time stood still.
Days sometimes
felt like years.
Now, that I am
in my twilight years,
some days seem like
they have sped by
and suddenly a month
or year has passed…
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Early motherhood
was such a happy time,
watching the children grow, …
seeing miracles every day.
Never realized that
as time went by that
worries with older children
made the miracles
less obvious
to me as I tried
to deal with the unknowns
of teens, and adults.
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Most people LOVE
the summer months,
I was a working mom,
and worked
a couple of blocks from home.
Every time I heard a siren,
I worried it was for my house.
Summer activities,
going to the beach, camping,
was not something
my birth family did..
nor table games or travel.
(but I did learn to play
card games in grade school:
poker, canasta, double canasta,
and a few others,
from friends whose families
had  “different values” !
I listen with envy
 as others tell of fond memories
with their families
and how they loved summer
and summer was too short
instead of seemingly
forever and a day.
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Teenagers…Foolish me…
I thought raising kids
would get easier, and not harder !
People laughed
and told me
I hadn’t experienced anything yet!
It IS interesting to watch
how others seem to breeze thru
the trials and tribulations
of their children as teens
relating to what they were like
when they were young.
They know what normal is
…I had unreal expectations….
afraid if I misbehaved,
I’d be out on the street
or disowned…
I guess they are
 one in the same.
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And, being the parent
of two adult children isn’t
 the skate in the park
I thought it would be. 
I thought,  foolish me,
it would be basking
 in the glow of grandchildren,
a leisurely dealing
with children’s joys …HA!
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Parallels of how I lived,
my life with my parents…
distant, private,
not sharing, didn’t work for me…
but it did for them…
no sharing of the tough times,
gave them a false sense of security,
I realize now. 
I don’t have to worry
about a false sense of security
with one of my children,
 and with the other,
I always wonder if their life
is as smooth as  I’m lead to believe…
two teenagers can’t be all roses
this day and age.
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Despite my thoughts
of having the “perfect” life
and “perfect” children,
it has all turned out…
my children are perfectly fine
and good parents themselves.
I wonder if they think
of how they thought life
would be
and how life is what is happens
when you are making
other plans.
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This was my first attempt at writing a “conflation” poem…sigh.
You can see why I shifted gears ☺.
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As I was making my egg salad sandwich which is soft,
I realized that it needed something crisp…
crisp tortilla chiips did the trick.
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A hamburger the same, soft,
I like the crispness of potato chips here for a crunch.
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Ice must be cold and hard,
warm ice is water, whether outside
or in your glass.
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Peeps for all seasons...these are sooo good with chocolate. A natural s'more if given the chance. I don't think they'll last for me to find out next summer when old (or fresh if need be) Peeps are warmed over the camp fire for a luscious treat.

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Halloween night frights
goblins gobbling up candy
my favorite:  Peeps
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Chocolate Pumpkins
Orange Peeps dark chocolate nests
Perfect treats/no tricks.

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.amended 10/30/2011 to correct spelling and Haiku count


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THE PROMPT THIS WEEK IS THE ABOVE PICTURE. I LIKE TO CALL IT ‘STUDY IN BLACK’
WORD COUNT – Not to exceed 25 words. Yes, that is correct. 2. 5. Twenty-five. XXV.
STYLE OF WRITING – Any
NO ADDITIONAL PICTURES

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Black.

My mother’s favorite color

to wear with white.

or is it she wore white with black?

//and with a string of pearls.

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Tonight the line at the Haunted School House is continually growing, still early, and time for the adult session to start. Fun for all ages, two times so the littlest can enjoy too, and the oldsters can have a more intense spooky experience.


Haunted schoolhouse, scary halls
teachers, parents, students why?
homework eaten by dog.
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Lewis and his dog
live in my house, kids have seen
friendly, clever ghost.
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Lewis a teacher
lives here, but tonight away,
visiting the schoolhouse?
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Ghosts are real they say
and others say nay, not they.
Do you say: Yay? Nay?
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The hurricane earlier took out the trees that used to make this house down the street a hit on Halloween...the little replacement tree needs some time to grow, and the spirits of Halloween still have found places to roost this year.


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Teenagers leave college

need home/food/money/laundry
sponge on parents:  get out !
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Bianca hiding...if she can't see me, I can't see her.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Hidden
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My cat, Bianca, has,
after almost four years of living with me
has just started to do funny things other cats do
normally, like climb on things…
my stereo, a favorite thing to sleep on,
dining-room table,
slept on a painting that I was working on…
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Bianca came from a shelter as a rescue…
she didn’t like other homes that had
other cats, dogs, young children,
people who thought she should be a lap cat. 
She’d been returned there 3 or 4 times due
to incompatibility with other animals and people,
and inability to resolve differences of opinion.
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She seems to think if she can’t see me, I can’t see her.  She’s
a smart cat otherwise !  She was trying to open the front door
when I noticed her on the dresser beside the door.  She turned
back to me and acted as if she was hidden from view.
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