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Weekly Photo Challenge: Down February 19, 2012
February 20, 2012 by siggiofmaine

I don’t often travel Bridge Hill …
the Bucksport Road…
driving towards town in daylight.

I took someone
to a doctors appointment
just past this spot
and was amazed
that since my cataract surgery,
I could see the buildings
across the river…
down at the bottom of the hill
and see how the streets
on the other side were “layered”.

The yellow building
is a new construction
on High street
and then I can see
the houses on Beals Avenue
on the street literally above.

This is probably
not amazing
to anyone but me…
but looking down Bridge Hill
was a mind boggling event
for me.

Sigrid ( Siggi ) Saradunn

February 2019 Peace Post Card Poem # 1


Inspiration Monday: for 2/13/2012
February 21, 2012 by siggiofmaine
Inspiration Monday.
250-500 words…

The Prompts: Pretend you don’t notice //Picking their noses
//Musical hands//A fight to the life// Can’t see past my gun

I wished I could think about what to write
about “picking their noses”.
It took awhile and then …
It sort of evolved into
“pretend you don’t notice”
as George Carlin said,
“Do people think the windows in
the cars are one way
and other
drivers can’t see them
picking their noses?“
It gives thought to much of what
people do that they think people
don’t notice.
Do you pretend that you don’t
when someone has buttoned
their shirt wrong ?’
How can they not notice ?
Do you pretend you don’t notice
when someone has food on their
face or give a discreet point to
your face and hope they get the
hint ?
Same goes for men with mustaches,
and food in the teeth.
All these delicate social clues.
When I was working
the staff would come to me
with such issues…
Do we tell someone they have their
slacks on backwards…the only seam
is down the back of their leg.
Fly is open…I mastered that one.
Working with the uninhibited confused
souls I learned about timing and
approach…being everything.
Pretend you don’t notice
goes a long way these days
with the “do your own thing”
in vogue.
I myself have had purple or
metallic copper streaks in my hair
and since I love color
it is difficult to not notice the
florescent pink hair
then pretend one doesn’t notice.
… and
my father’s statement of
“poured in and forgot to say ‘when’ “
comes to mind,

when the not so svelte,
could wear a size or two larger
and their choice of apparel.
Which brings me to my mother’s
classic remark
“don’t they ever look at their
backsides when buying clothes ?”

The answer is “of course not !”
So, pretend you don’t notice,
when people are picking their noses.
and remember,
the windows in your car
aren’t one way either !

Sigrid “Siggi” Saradunn

# 1672 April 15, 2014 Found poems


knock on the door
Hand made Japanese dolls
“wife sews well” ~ seals deal


dim sky at night
rain disappoints gazers
blood moon


dogged at night
Chip* fuss budget at night
I move ~ on edge
my Cocker Spaniel.
The end of Chip’s sleeping in bed
was when hubby had me move
over to make room for the dog



sister first teen love
little brother what a bother
dogged her every move



friend reminds me
while away midnight full moon
howl at full moon

in memory of a special friend who
told that message in 1992
His instructions were that if one
howled at the moon MN EDT or EST
to know he was nude on his back deck
howling too !
Wife occasionally howled too
…but no nude she says



big time date
dressed to the nines
dribble cup



traffic speeds by
time to listen for dribbling
to stop ~ crossing street


life’s memories
time line to remember
heart ~ soul written dates



tea with popovers
on Jordan Pond lawn
dollop homemade jam

corner booth gossip
two people giggle softly
dollop of gossip

(c) 4/15/2014 Saradunn



my Mother
kerchief on her head
only in back yard
properly coiffed in public
expectation always met
This photo, and a couple others,
of my mother not ready to be publicly seen,
are rare as hens teeth.
I delighted as a young blossoming candid
photographer catching her unawares.
She was not happy if she found any of the photos.
This one appears that she might have known
I was taking it.
TPOS prompt: scarf, veil, kerchief, shawl
Photo: (c) Saradunn ….early 1960’s by Saradunn
of Mary Louise Winslow Gerstner
when Sigrid was still a teenager

April 11, 2019

My bucket list
for most of my life
was to be the best mother
and nurse I could be.
I can’t remember when,
but I remember the words,
of my daughter,
not too many years ago
spoke up about
carrying on with family traditions.
She spoke up
very matter of fact and clearly:
“The only traditions in our family
was that Mother worked.
That festered in my mind.
There is no way to go back,
to create the family memories
she didn’t have, but missed.
As I will write about my bucket list
from this day on,
the two things on my bucket list
as I got older … like fifty,
were to see Paris and the Eiffel Tower
Holland at tulip time.
There will be in the future
a few for me
with old friends
here in Maine …
maybe the family’ll join me
for some of them.
I have also forsaken
those treasured friends
from far away places.
… they are important to me
to see once again.
We’ll talk thru the day
and into the night.
My bucket list
for the rest of my life
is to be the best mother,
to my daughter and son,,
and grand-mother,
and to create memories
of “I remember when
my Mother and I …”

A note 7/22/2022 … Alas, my heart is broken, Stacey died last August 10,2021,’
she being the one who got me thinking about this bucket list. RIP, darling daughter,
as I continue on trying my best to share memories of you as I create new memories
in your honor.

free use imageou


PoP Up Poets on Zoom

young dancing girls
in swirling silk skirts
limber ~ graceful
incoming tide ripples
inspires pirouettes

7/30/2021 .. sbs

SouthWest Harbor, Maine. July 2013

I know
the heat here
is not as debilitating
as it is elsewhere,
but I am literally
ill from the heat
and humidity.
It was
damp, foggy
when we drove
to Southwest Harbor
to paint at someone’s
house… an indoor day.
Suddenly the sun
came out when
we were
rain !
the rest
of the day
was spent with
ice packs and trying
to settle my stomach.
As the heat continues
stay hydrated everyone
and check on your neighbors.
There was a man who
left his infant twims
and older children
in a locked car up
.. …keep an
eye out for
in cars

The house we went to (gray house)
and the house next door. There is a
church in the next block that at noon
had five or ten minutes of the church
bell ringing. Awesome.
7/20/13 SBS/small stones: Writing Our Way Home

Stacey Stevens
January 25,1971-August 10, 2021

TUESDAY ZOOM – Open mic for one of your favorite poems by another poet.
read on M Cz .. open read, a favorite poem by someone else

Stacey wrote;
Written and inspired by an Alzheimer’s patient I was caring for once.
What is Needed Indeed
See my tears
how I cry
my feelings in disguise
Do you know how I feel ?
Am I happy, sad, or maybe just glad
To see what I once had.
Here I sit with tears, living in fear,
that all of this may once disappear.
Because I can’t speak,
Don’t make a peep,
I still hear the secrets that you want to keep.
How do I show what I want you to keep.
How do I show what I wnt is to go.
These eyes may hide my feelings inside,
But if you look closer you will see,
what is needed indeed . . .
Love, respect, honesty and dignity.

Stacey Doe, Nov. 1995

inspired to read when finding in
“Stone Lantern”
p. 66
help is on my side

as I wait in a garden
late summer – will it last ?

surely until the turn
and autumn
finds its way

Ellsworth, Maine City Pier

Jan 3, 2022


heaven sent
family spirits gather
welcoming New Year
— sbs Jan 3, 2022

sun rise

seen from hilltop
clouds above clouds
at sea level blue sky
sbs inspiration sharon hawky photo
— sbs Jan 3, 2022

angel beams

you are remembered
and blessed
— sbs`Jan 3, 2022

sound of flute

discordant notes
echo my thoughts
of discontent
— inspiration Rick Wilson;s flute
… Jan 3, 2022


ice age car

break thru frozen doors
sun hidden ~ no natural heat
thaw before driving

Stacey first date photo for 8th grade prom

RiP my darling daughter, Stacey.
1/25/1971 – 8/10/2021

photo of Stacey … first date, 8th grade prom

8/10/2021 posted

wrote poem 9/10/2021
l wish I’d thought
to tell Stacey how much she
reminds me of a happy
Princess Diana in this photo
A Kodak moment for Stacey
How surprised I was when
she mentioned 8th grade prom !
Bret’s class didn’t have one.
Realized a rite of passage
for Mother and Daughter
Stacey picked the dress out
and it also had a red sash …
unless I’m having a mental pause.
She would have rolled her eyes
at me for sure if I asked her

Now I have to rely on memories
or hope a photo is tucked away
in a collection from 1985
A pivotal year .. Bret to UMO
~ Stacey to High School

~ Stacey moved in Bret’s room
before he left “Just a few things”
A sweet memory that seems
so long ago ~ yet yesterday
Thankful for the memory

9/10/ 2021 posted to facebook