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Monthly Archives: May 2012

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Falling softly
falling in the night’s sky
dusk arrived in all it’s glory
night falling softly over the earth.
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Feel the night’s soft embrace,
the moon slowly rises
softly slides over the horizon
a silky silver pearl colored  glow.
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Moving quietly in the night,
birds,  creatures,  find their nests
snuggling in;  the moon and stars
slide up over the horizon.
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Fireflies  and  peepers
wake and fill the night
with sounds and light
falling softly in the night.
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Night air  falls softly  around
the earth, waking night creatures:
you hear them stretch and move,
softly singing their songs of the night.
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The hunt for food is on,
the lookouts take their places,
senses sharp:  warnings of danger
on the tip of their tongues
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The soft calls of the night
when food is found,  old faithful places,
or new surprises,
  where friends
gather to chat and eat.

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Quietly the caretakers of the earth
find food, wake their young:   feeding time
for the babes just born,
   teaching time
for “toddlers” finding their own grub.

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Falling softly over the earth
at sleep, sounds of night
reassure the faithful  all is well,
as night falls softly.
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Inspiration Monday: Falling softly

Choose one:  Prompts: Story killer //Just listening //Writes but can’t read //Falling softly// Don’t bleed

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Celebrate  nature’s
renewal:   new growth, energy
earth reborn again
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Celebrate  rebirth
baptism’s holy water lives
in each person’s life
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Join hearts in marriage
Celebrate  two lives as one
til end of  earth’s time
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Celebrate  new birth
possibilities endless
rejoice!  babe’s new life
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Life ends in due time
Celebrate  long life well lived
Remember their love.
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Sensational Haiku Wednesday

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“Who’s Sorry Now”
do we remember the song…*
angst and pain
of the teens of the era.
singing along to the song.
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Can you relate ?
You’ve unloaded the dud.
Someone else is now in your place,
you thank the heavens,
it’s not you…
that’s my take on the phrase:
“Who’s Sorry Now !”
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*Who’s Sorry Now”  sung by Connie Francis © 1958

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Who’s Sorry Now by Connie Francis ©1958


Who’s sorry now
Who’s sorry now
Who’s heart is aching for breaking each vow
Who’s sad and blue
Who’s crying too
Just like I cried over you

Right to the end
Just like a friend
I tried to warn you somehow
You had your way
Now you must pay
I’m glad that you’re sorry now

Right to the end
Just like a friend
I tried to warn you somehow
You had your way
Now you must pay
I’m glad that you’re sorry now

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From back in poetry month: Robert Lee Brewer Prompt:
For today’s prompt, there are actually two options, because it’s Tuesday, which means a “Two for Tuesday” prompt. They are:

  • Write an apology poem, or.
  • Write an unapologetic poem.

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.A reminder of Puerto Rico…

I made this after moving to Maine..

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Peepers.  Sunset songs.
Music to my heart and soul.
Peepers.  Voices loud.
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Evening chorus heard
Back in the day, I marveled
hearing frogs voices
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Joy of spring the sound
of peepers singing loudly
nature’s comforting sound.
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Puerto Rico, too
I heard familiar singing
tree frogs chorus rang
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Joyful sound fills night
Etched forever, frogs sweet chorus
in my memory
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Sunday Trees – 28 guest post with… becca givens

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The horse chestnut tree in the neighbor’s yard
blossomed this past week.  I love to see the
blossoms … huge and beautiful to look at and
they remind me of the fruit of the blossoms that,
in past years … when I was much younger,
I would pick up from beneath a tree on a deserted
homestead and make wreathes with the horse
chestnuts. 

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The view is from my back deck.  I can see the tree
from my dining room
window.

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Drift along with me

my thoughts wander aimlessly
thru dreams, memories
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As we drift thru time
tears, sighs, our laughter come fast
thru dreams, memories
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We see the future
remember past, move forward
Drift along with me

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Sensational Haiku Wednesday



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Thinking of my grand-daughter Sierra on her 18th birthday.  How soon this

has happened.  Where did the time go ?

I remember waiting in Maine for her to be born across the pond in England.

Sierra Nicole Stevens, was born to my son, Bret, and his wife Carol.  It was
so far away, but the joy was felt all the way to Maine. 

Sierra is a joy to be around.  We don’t see each other often,
but each time we visit, she lights up my life
and gives me memories of love and laughter.

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I love this photo.

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Sierra’s family: her dad, my son, Bret, her mom, Carol and Sierra and her sister, Lauren.

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Sierra also graduated from High School today:
♫ ♪ ♫Congratulations on your Graduation from High School
 ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪♫ ♪ ♫ I am sooo proud of you today…

♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪..It seems just the other day I was helping you
with your math homework and had to send a note to the teach
that I didn’t understand it so couldn’t help you!….

I’ll be keeping you in my thoughts and prayers
as you go about your life … next is college.♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪.

I hope you follow your dreams, you are with friends
that are kind and caring.  As I sit here typing I think of all the
wonderful life experiences ahead of you.
♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪.
Know that I am here for you in good times and otherwise as you
travel on the road less traveled
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I am as close as the phone and the computer and you know
where I live. We can go for fresh popovers and tea and talk
about the wonders of life !

 (((♥♥♥))) Love you, Nana

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For those who have asked about my family:
I have two children, Bret and Stacey.
Bret is married to Carol and they have two girls, Sierra, who is 18 today,Lauren who is 14, and the grand-puppy, a golden retriever,
Harley.  They live in Aurora, CO.
Stacey has two daughters:  Sabrina, who is 20, Mackenzi, who is 14, and grand-cat, Baby.  They live in Bedford, TX.
Stacey has two (step-) children from her last marriage:  JD Doe who is almost 22, Elloria Doe who is 17 and JD has a son, Jaden, who is 2.
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Creative Copy Challenge #245:  to use these words
 in creating a cohesive, creative short story tying all of them together!

  1. Middle
  2. Content
  3. Wall
  4. Wonder
  5. Roam
  6. Reach
  7. Clash
  8. Run
  9. Long
  10. Chill



The day starts out chilly
for the long 26.2 mile run up a mountain.
I wonder what thought process
said “I’ll do that” happened to those
who will try the run
by reaching into their inner strength
as the mind roams during the run. 
In each race, the body hits a wall,
wants to stop,

and clashes with the will of the mind
to keep on going to the end.
It takes mental strength, physical strength
and endurance to run a long race
Being content to stay in the middle of the pack
surrounded by others to encourage each other
is one way finish the race.
Finishing the race:
easier said than done.
The long inclines and curves
make the run seem endless.
The athletes are content
 to run a steady pace,
concentrating on the pack they are in,
trying to reach their personal best.
The will to continue clashes with the
need to continue past the wall of fear
roaming thru their minds
just past the middle of the race. 
The chilly day seemed to warm
as they reached the peak
of the mountain.
The wonder of reaching the end
of the miles of the race
was exhilarating.
Hallelujah ! 
The race has been run !
The wall has been met and
conquered !!

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I am not an athlete, a runner or do I know anything about running a race. 

This is pure fiction as anyone who does run will recognize. 

Thanks in advance for your patience and understanding.

Siggi of Maine



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Ah, tomorrow’s another day.
Grandmothers say that, Moms and Dads too.
To make us feel better,
that the end hasn’t happened
because our foot was in our mouth
or we missed an important event.
It’s true, I found out,
now that I am in the twilight years…
(btw…the sun’s not setting yet !)
After all, Tomorrow is another day.
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A fresh start.  New beginning.
Step forward, learn from the past
but don’t look back too long.
Old age isn’t for sissies.  I think old age
is for thinking of things to say to make life
seem like it is worth going forward
and it’s not the end of the world when
things don’t work out….
we never know what is around the bend
in the road…tomorrow is another day, for sure.
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Love At Last Sight
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He lived next door
all her growing up
years.
He was the brother
she never had.
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Their homes were always
open to each other,
meals shared,
trips to parks, games
school functions.
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Love.
They didn’t think  so !
Off to college,  home on breaks.
Each had committed relationships.
But excited to spend time together.
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They each married their
college love.
Had families. 
Paths didn’t cross for fifty years.
Life is like that.
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One fall day,
she saw in the paper,
his wife had died…
he still lived nearby !
The visiting hours were that night.
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She quietly entered,
signed the book, left a card.
Then she saw him, standing alone.
Looking adrift, and sad...
near the urn of ashes of his late wife.
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Her heart said, “Don’t leave.” Took a Deep breath.
Walked over and introduced herself.
He said, “I’d have known you anywhere.”
She said, I didn’t realize it,
“I’ve
been nearby the whole time.”
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They talked and talked
about caring for sick spouses,
til the spouses passed.
She’d been widowed
a few years before.
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He asked her to wait til
the visiting hours were over
so they could catch up
some more… work, children,
grandchildren for both to tell about.
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The next notice in the paper
was a wedding announcement.
Seven months later, societies rules
be damned…life was short, uncertain.
They’d loved their spouses faithfully.
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The wedding was small,
family…children and grandchildren,
all were there.  It was
love at last sight,  seen in time
to share til the end of their earthly time.
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This is based on a true story…told to me by my
mother about a friend of hers.  They told their families
and friends, that life was short, they had fallen in love,
at last,  after all the years had passed.

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