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Daily Archives: June 29, 2013



fireflies and faeries
mesmerizing delight
dark night’s magic

out to camp
not a street light in sight

heavens stars dance in reach



I have used this photo before.  It is one of my favorites for fireflies.   I hope you enjoy it also.

Photo © Jennifer Hennessy of Sunshine, Maine. 

Photo taken near her home on the island named Sunshine.

June 30, 2010,  Jennifer, know as Jeff said: “A perfect moment. A photo I took a couple of years ago. Fireflies and a rainbow at sunset, experienced while I was walking /w my dogs.”





I love a good storm.
Snap, crackle, pop !
then count
count the seconds
till  the thunder…
each second a mile
it is said.
Then comes the day
you hear the thunder,
see lightening arrive
at the same time.
You duck,
as if THAT would do
any good,
and look to see if
the smoke you smell
is your hair
or  your house.
I love a good storm,
hoping the thunder
stays in the distance,
and the lightening
is just a light show
over the mountains.
Time and perception
changes everything.


Jenny Matlock


This time, FBF is about loss.
Any loss you can think of is fair game,
but I do ask you to be serious.
I’m looking for the kind of loss
that breaks your heart,
so no jokey light-hearted poems
about lost keys, please.

lease write a NEW poem
written specifically for this challenge. 
Any form is fine except haiku,
and free verse is cool, too.



I try to imagine
almost 16 years
to the day,*
what it would be like
to lay for 96 hours
with no one knowing
you are hurt,
no one checking
to see how you are.

The system of checking
on her had broken
down.  My mother
had fallen down a set
of stairs in her split level
house where she lived
When someone realized
that my mother
hadn’t been heard from
for a few days…
she was found.

The odds she would
survive were slim,
but she did.
I can’t remember
when I mentioned,
after thinking how
terrible it must
have been to lay there,
and think…
about ???

I can’t remember
when I told her that
I often thought how
it must have been
to lay there not knowing
what the outcome
would be.

My mother told me
that she did not have
a belief in an afterlife…
she did not believe
in heaven or hell.
Just a darkness.
She had discussed it
with a friend who had
had a stroke.
They decided that
death was just darkness.
Nothing afterwards.
She ended the conversation
We never discussed
that her fall,  religion
or death again…
Then in October 2005
her favorite brother, Bill,
died suddenly.
For her,
an unbearable loss.

Three days later,
my mother died,
sitting in her  chair,
waiting for my brother
to visit for the day.
She’d had a shower,
her hair done,
dressed to her liking.
Things important to her, **
She died prepared to go.

It is thought that
she died from grief.
The loss of her brother
was too much
for her to bear.

Her brother had died.
She’d been angry
when told he died.
He was younger,
she expected him
to out live her.

I wonder.
In those 96 hours
in 1997
she decided
death was darkness.
No afterlife.

I don’t know the hour
her  brother died.

I know that she died
less than 96 hours
after Bill died.
Did she see
light in place of
darkness ?

It makes me wonder
if in less than 96 hours
did she change
her mind about
death being darkness
when she decided
to join him.

*   My mother fell in June 9, 1997.
Today as I write, it is 29 June 2013
** My mother would not go anywhere spur of the moment.

She needed to have a shower, wash, set and dry her hair,
and find an appropriate outfit.
Not for a ride in the car, to the store, anywhere.
My father would get exasperated and say,
“Mary Louise, you are going to need advance notice before
you die so you can have your shower, hair fixed, and dressed
before you die” (paraphrased)



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