An Artist, Photographer, Writer, Poet

Monthly Archives: November 2013

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© Sigrid Saradunn 2010   Zen Sand Garden near meditation bench…. Asticou Azalea Gardens

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For family ~  friends

who are always there each day

I give thanks today

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For Mother Earth’s gifts

gifts that sustain daily lives

I give thanks today

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For farmers’ hard work

food for health and survival

I give thanks today

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For God’s souls ~ spirits ~

synchronicity that binds

I give thanks today

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For Angels of God

the worker bees of heaven

I give thanks today

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For earth’s souls  who pray

for those souls known and unknown

I give thanks today.

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And last but not least:

For Leo

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Your patience immense ~

teaching ‘ku without shaming

this novice gives thanks

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Time for grateful thanks

for all the time spent with us

Godspeed, be well  ~ Peace

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© Sigrid Saradunn.    1960’s  Puppet Political Protest: Bread and Puppet Museum, Glover, VT.

Protest puppets stored in a 150 year old barn/museum. A do it yourself tour .. and don’t forget to turn out the lights 🙂  ♥

For more history of the puppets and museum:  http://breadandpuppet.org/museum

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The “real toad”  challenge for today is to write one’s  own protest piece.
It can be serious or silly, form or no form. The choices are up to the writer,
but give a voice to something   you are passionate about.
As always please make it a piece  original to this challenge. .
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From my Soap Box:
Independence for All
Getting old is not for sissies . . .
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When is middle age ?
When is old age ?
How old is the observer
seems to be the clue.
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At 32, I was told
“you get around well
for your age.”
The “compliment”
comes
from a 19 year old
exercise “expert”
at the gym.
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My rallying cry:
Never let them see you sweat,
never admit to anything
THEY can’t see.
First you stoop and then you droop
getting old is chicken poop.
Never let them see you sweat,
never admit to anything
THEY can’t see.
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When I’m fifty,
my daughter thinks
I’m almost ready
for “the home”
and need supervision. 
“Middle age
is not the time” I say.
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Sigh.
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I realized a while back
that two times fifty
is one hundred.
Almost past “middle age”
in my maternal
and paternal genealogy !
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I’m the Queen of Denial,
I admit…
but it’s my story
and I’m sticking to it.
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Now I know
why my mother
never admitted
to over 49
and
came to seemingly
believe it. .
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My rallying cry:
Never let them see you sweat,
never admit to anything
THEY can’t see.
First you stoop and then you droop
getting old is chicken poop.
Never let them see you sweat,
never admit to anything
THEY can’t see.  .
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The time has come
my children  
are becoming the age
it was thought
I was ready
for THE HOME.
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My son caught on,
and
says he now is
older than I.
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He’s in his forties,
and I’m 39.
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My rallying cry
is patiently waiting
for the one
who thought I was ready
for THE HOME at fifty. 
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For when she’s fifty,
I’ll remind her,
it’s time to live
with your children at least
or
get ready for THE HOME.
When she’s out looking
for the mind she’s “lost”
she can look for mine too…
absent-minded
runs in the family,
for sure.
(she’ll find it’s not fatal,
just time consuming,
looking for things put
“some place safe.” )
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My rallying cry:
Never let them see you sweat,
never admit to anything
THEY can’t see.
First you stoop and then you droop
getting old is chicken poop.
Never let them see you sweat,
never admit to anything
THEY can’t see.
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Do what is needed
to keep free and happy.
Join the crowd of being safe…
And when it is suggested
that a cane or a fall
is a “sign from above”
that it is time to move
and live dormitory style
for the rest of your life.
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Protest loudly
and DO WHAT IS NEEDED
to help yourself and others
be INDEPENDENT
as long as they can.
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My rallying cry:
Never let them see you sweat,
never admit to anything
THEY can’t see.
First you stoop and then you droop
getting old is chicken poop.
Never let them see you sweat,
never admit to anything T
HEY can’t see.
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And when you can,
remember the quote,
your parents told you,
and you passed along:
“Just wait til you have children”  ?
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This must change
with every dire threat to:  .
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“Just wait.
It won’t be long
til you’re the age I am now.
Just wait and see.
You’ll change your tune.” .
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Hold your ground and smile.
They’ll change their tune soon enough.
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My rallying cry:
Never let them see you sweat,
never admit to anything
THEY can’t see.
First you stoop and then you droop
getting old is chicken poop.
Never let them see you sweat,
never admit to anything
THEY can’t see.
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You are among toads

“Think as I think,” said a man,
“or you are abominably wicked;
you are a toad.”
And after I thought of it,
I said, “I will, then, be a toad.”
~ Stephen Crane

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Pumpkin Island light house, Little Deer Isle, Maine. © Sigrid Saradunn 2013

Tan Renga is written by two poets

 In this Tan Renga Challenge

the goal is to write the second stanza (7-7) (7-7)

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tickling ivories

scintillating music sound

filling the inner soul              Carol

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feeling universe’s peace

synchronicity of souls           Saradunn

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Lighthouse

Robinson Point Lighthouse and Keeper’s House Inn, Isle le Haut, Maine … http://www.keepershouse.com/photo-gallery.htm

~ No Television, No Fax, No Email, No Internet, No Electricity

The self-sufficient property is off the grid with the power supplied by solar panels, a wind turbine and backup generator. Drinking water is drawn from the sea using a reverse osmosis system.  An experience of Maine island life as it was 100 years ago.

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old beacon

hailing all strangers –

welcome  sight in fog or storm

Wabi Sabi

whale oil kept the lanterns lit

sleepless nights in raging storms

Saradunn

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old beacon

hailing all strangers –

welcome  sight in fog or storm

 Wabi Sabi

ships met remote barren rocks

souls saved by keepers brave acts

Saradunn

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.© Sigrid Saradunn 2013

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The challenge is to add two 7 syllable lines

to Jazzbumpa’s haiku to form a tan renga.

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my little green lawn
dreams about the pampas grass
I dream of the stars ………………………(c) Jazzbumpa

dreams of greater things to be

united souls on natures path ………….Saradunn

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.© Sigrid Saradunn 2013  Somesville, Maine, USA.  Pond at the  white foot bridge.

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The challenge is to add two 7 syllable lines

to Joanne’s  haiku to form a tan renga.

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by the shallow pond

reflection drawing northern fowl

a warm sun shimmers…………Joanne

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waiting for flock to arrive

quietly contemplating ………..Saradunn

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www.rvsci.us site of  St.Lo, a D-Day Battle

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teary eyes show pain
bloody battle of St Lo
embeds heart and soul
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battle brothers died
bloody ground at St Lo showed
red poppy reminds
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Earlier this year, I happen to notice,  when I parked at
the local Walmart, there was a car with the license plate
“St Lo”.  I had often followed it on painting days from
Blue Hill.    One day, we arrived at the same time. 
I approached the elderly gentleman in the
store and introduced myself, saying I had noticed his
license plate many times.  He got teary and proceeded
to tell me of why he had the plate … in honor of those
who died in that battle.  He said it was one of the worst
times he ever could remember in his life.
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