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Category Archives: Memoir


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remembering
navy blue shoes
with steel high heels
walking on concrete sidewalks
hearing the rhythm of my walk
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small stones prompt: shoes
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photo: High Heel – Deedra /by Nina
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……………….Sigrid Saradunn

Citrus fruit squeezer like my Mother would have used back in my childhood and beyond.


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fresh squeezed orange juice
it was the norm growing up
helping Mother squeeze the orange juice
essence of orange on our hands
getting every drop of juice to share
sunshine in every sip

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published in
POSTED ON MARCH 27, 2019 BY KATHABELA WILSON
Poets Salon: The Scent of Orange
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Please go to the link below for the other wonderful Scent of Orange poems.
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https://www.coloradoboulevard.net/poets-salon-the-scent-of-orange/?fbclid=IwAR16SYNuuS34WfiaH1kdfpo1SMs9cNYe1QSuqgaqC9wnJx5dtl_NoZnXLCw


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Daffodil painting from Peace Post Card series


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Thinking of Mimi on her birthdate
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Daffodils are being sold
A sign of spring reminds me
of Mimi so full of joy
and enjoying the changing
of the season.
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What a blessing the world received
the day Joan was born.
Laughter in the rain
the sun in her spirit.
Missing Joan, with each daffodil of spring.
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3/23/2019 … born 1940
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Daffodil painting from Peace Post Card series
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Window to the past
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Today my son called to tell me he was reading a new book about
Robin Emery who had been a teacher of his. She also broke
the barrier for women in the sport of road racing in Maine.
Just moving to Maine, in 1971, that the young teacher I saw
thru my porch window, running out of the school playground
and up the hill, would in one year, ask to run in the Bangor
Labor Day Race.
“Well, my dear,” Emery mimics their patronizing tone.
“You can. Just don’t get in the way.”
She would some day break records and
pave the way for women runners every where.
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a book, a window to the past
of barriers to women in sports
running for the love of running
reading about my world decades ago
remembering watching history
being made from my porch window
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Prompt: small stones, windows
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photo source, cover of Robin Emery’s book
“Maine’s First Lady of Running” by Ed Rice/ Amazon.com


Two Eagles watching goslings napping


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Goslings napping, parents aware of Eagles across the pond


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black velvet pansies
this years delight
bright magenta blooms startle
coffee and cream pansies soothe
bleeding hearts favorite of neighbor
each time he walks by
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five families of Canadian geese
… no passport required …
Mill Pond for swimming and lessons
then nap time for all,
dad watches the sky
two eagles watching goslings napping
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men with cameras big as tanks
looking for eagles,
not goslings playing at feet
others with easels painting far mountains
in her own world
hubby grabs a book then dozes in sun
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first time sighting: egret at top of tree
tourists scan horizon ~ never over head
no sign of geese or goslings ~ gone in hiding
people from away escaping summer heat
for me and my feathered friends
Goldilocks DownEast summer

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Prompt: joyous discoveries you’ve made so far this summer
for Imaginary Garden with Toads


# 1 photo: Tiffany Stained Glass Window
For Annie Kane 1926
One of tryptic:
Alpha: Angel of the Nativity


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# 2 photo: The small intimate chapel to the left of the main altar
inside St. Saviour’s Episcopal Church, Bar Harbor, ME


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Last week, I went to St. Saviours Episcopal Church in
Bar Harbor, primarily to hear Chimesmaster Ilia Karp play
St. Saviour’s bells church bells.
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I planned enough time to walk thru the church
and take time looking at the stained glass windows.
Joan, myself and often Ralph with us,
over the years spent many occasions at the church
for various programs.
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The window that I have here is the one that started me
down memory lane about the times at the church with Joan.
It is near the front door and amazing. Another particular
space was the small chapel where Joan and I had attended,
I believe it was Morning Prayer, during a workshop.
The feeling of intimacy and the Holy Spirit is what I recall now.
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Carillon bells
heard over the village
Amazing Grace
memories stirred
sentimental journey
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written June 13, 2018 // Joan died April 13, 2018
TPOS prompt: June 29 tanka prose
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TPOS prompt: February 4 2013 memory/experience
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# 1 photo: Tiffany Stained Glass Window
For Annie Kane 1926
One of tryptic:
Alpha: Angel of the Nativity
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# 2 photo: The small intimate chapel to the left of the main altar
inside St. Saviour’s Episcopal Church, Bar Harbor, ME
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Acrylic 6″ h x 12″ w,
The day was bright, sunny and breezy.
To me this looks cold and brisk now.
Private collection — with Sorrento, ME, Vagabonds, Plein Aire Group and Cataract Painting.
7/2010


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Have You Seen…
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Have you seen
my “Helen Keller” paintings?
They are called that because
back in the day you could
tell without seeing,
by touch,
what the painting is.
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These days,
my paintings are more
subtle,
but still
rough and bumpy,
palette knives and fingers,
forming visions of
waves, froth, mountains,
rocks and sand.
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Sometimes a surface
gives paint
a mind of its own,
rough or bumpy,
scratchy or
slick as satin.
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Come see my paintings
where brush strokes
and knife marks rule.
On rough canvas,
wood
or slick, slippery plastic.
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Enjoy the feel of a
painting,
sometimes it’s a mood,
touching the heart
or soul;
sometimes a touch,
the artist made strokes
creating images
and feelings
only you know where
they come from.
Feelings.
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