Noticed this wreath stand on the way home Monday.
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You can see the little red coffee can for the money... an island Christmas tradition.
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Musing with Mental Pauses
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Mental pauses:
Words escape me
…where have they gone ?
The bain of my existence
these days.
Is it the time change?
The shorter days?
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Life is still full of art
and writing group
and lunches with
the writers.
Words escape me
…where have they gone ?
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Laughter Yoga
is taking a break…
it’s okay,
I don’t laugh anyway !
(I go Ho Ho Ho instead
of laugh..
it makes them laugh
so I’ve contributed
my way !)
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Mental pauses,
dusty brains,
Where, oh where,
has my thought pattern
gone?
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Could it be I’m getting old
or that my children are
middle aged ?
Can’t be.
Is be.
WoW. Where did
the time go.
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I missed middle age…
thought it would be
now…. til someone
pointed out to double
my age meant I’d live
to be as old as
Methuselah !
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I’ve put out a search
party…
Words escape me
…where have they gone ?
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Musing with Mental Pauses
Part two
Write2Day–Prompt: Writing from the Dark Place. December 8, 2011
siggiofmaine 
Robin Hawke
Wonderful…and familiar, Robin
siggiofmaine
Robin,
Thanks for stopping by and taking time to write a comment.
Appreciate it.
Peace, Siggi in Downeast Maine
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bekindrewrite
Search party. Nice!
siggiofmaine
Bren…thanks ☺.
Appreciate you stopping by.
Peace,
Siggi in Downeast Maine
siggiofmaine
Bren…
I think Search party is a Maine-ism…
sort of as, I’ve lost my mind, while I’m out, should I look for yours, too?.
Peace,
Siggi in Downeast Maine
Shawn Bird
lol. While the words are still flowing here, I can appreciate the sentiments here! How do we know what the middle is, anyway? If we leave earth at 40, the middle was 20, and doubtless we didn’t imagine that at the time. I’m almost mid-way to my father’s age. He’s 97. If I am still thinking, and writing, and playing with my projects at that age, I’m fine to stick around that long, too. That’s a lot of time in the halves, isn’t it. But not time enough, usually.
Here’s my picnic offering: http://shawnbird.com/2011/12/07/sea-sleep/
siggiofmaine
Shawn, you of course are correct…we don’t know the middle years until we know the end year ☺. But I am already 67 so
I cannot have the illusion of “middle age”…sigh. But its okay…the alternative is less attractive ☺.
Peace,
Siggi in Downeast Maine
The Orange Tree
beautiful.
you truly have a way with words.
🙂
Morning
self revealing piece, love this.
Happy Poetry Picnic.