Geese on Mill Pond, Somesville, Maine
hardy Mallards
loving the frosted mill pond
skate with joy
sun opens water for dining
fresh fish for their pleasure
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Sigrid Saradunn
December 17, 2018
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TPOS Prompt: Gerry Muse #134 December
small stones prompt: frozen treasure
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photo: (c) 2014 Saradunn
Miss Blaze
11/26/2022
A Cat’s Tale
The Missing cat scat
As my community meal from
Everybody Eats, was delivered,
there was an “au du poo” scent
I told the lady,
that Miss Blaze must have
left me a present
Afterwards, I did a search
but couldn’t track the odor down.
I checked the kitchen and
the box used to keep Blaze
from going upstairs was missing ..
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I made a temporary gate of cardboard..
The next day, the cardboard still in place
Friday, the third day, I noticed a gap between
the cardboard and wall that she could slide thru ..
Saturday noticed the cardboard now knocked down and obviously
Miss Blaze had been upstairs again
I am not able to go up the stairs
since the railing on second floor stops before the top
The last time I used the steps .. I almost called the police
and asked for help ..
stuck on the top stairs and can’t go up or down…
that would have made the local newspaper’s police report
I decided on Sunday, to ask the two people that have been in the house,
if they had removed the box gate.
I wrote them an email since I can’t hear on the phone and my question too
long to text.
The Email to my friends:
The box/gate that fit “just right” but awkward,
is no longer on the third stair going up to the second floor…
two pieces of thin cardboard that leave an opening, are there…
with room for a sneaky Queen of the House to go upstairs…
Do either of you recall moving the box .. it has been there since whenever Blaze arrived
or even before when I had Bianca that was there ??? Will have to come up with plan B
.. if the box is some where in the house would be easier than to find the just right
box from years of yore.
I will need one of you to go upstairs and look for cat “presents”,
pretty please and thank you.
The eau d’poo scent from Wednesday, I thought might have been a giant faht
when I couldn’t find any cat scat
( a sort of Willie Nelson’s “Always on my Mind” mystery for me )
I found on the mysterious deposit on the second step behind
two pieces of cardboard that did not fit to block The Queen from going upstairs.
I am … OMGawd, … sounds weird to think I am wondering seriously where 3 days ..
four if today’s missing too … cat droppings.
Starting my message over to be more clear
I am curious if the missing cat doo is upstairs. since I saw her coming down
off the bottom step looking at me as if I was an intruder to her private space.
It was annoying … but will be no longer .. the inside the door cat depository .. may need to
find a way to block off that area to avoid running over the pooop 🙂
I thought too long .. burned with my right wrist with a DROP of boiling water
.. no harm,
but a reminder things more important than thinking about missing cat biological waste.
LARFP … Always a poem in everyday life.
a glance to door
or scent of au d’poo
at least not the tub
watched by the Queen, Miss Blaze,
with an innocent catty look
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“I didn’t do it” must have done it.
Poor Lewis/Louis the Ghost … now the blame is on him
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# 1672 April 15, 2014 Found poems
doll
knock on the door
Hand made Japanese dolls
“wife sews well” ~ seals deal
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dim
dim sky at night
rain disappoints gazers
blood moon
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dog
dogged at night
Chip* fuss budget at night
I move ~ on edge
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my Cocker Spaniel.
The end of Chip’s sleeping in bed
was when hubby had me move
over to make room for the dog
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dog
sister first teen love
little brother what a bother
dogged her every move
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dog
friend reminds me
while away midnight full moon
howl at full moon
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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
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dribble
big time date
dressed to the nines
dribble cup
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dribble
traffic speeds by
time to listen for dribbling
to stop ~ crossing street
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date
life’s memories
time line to remember
heart ~ soul written dates
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dollop
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
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my Mother
kerchief on her head
only in back yard
properly coiffed in public
expectation always met
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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.
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TPOS prompt: scarf, veil, kerchief, shawl
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Photo: (c) Saradunn ….early 1960’s by Saradunn
of Mary Louise Winslow Gerstner
when Sigrid was still a teenager
Five question Friday…8/26/2011
August 30, 2011
Five question Friday…8/26/2011…I was late, so didn’t get this posted, but wanted to develop some discipline..of some kind !
1. Did You Make Any Fun Purchases This Week?
T-shirt at the Bangor Music Festival…not too much fun, but nice to have a new t-shirt without acrylic paint stains ☺.
2. If You Could Go To Any Musical Concert, What Would It Be?
Hmmmmmmmm. I missed Bob Dylan last week, so…..Bruce Springsteen
3. What Is Your Least Fav/ Most Fav House Chore?
Least favorite – Bathroom
Most favorite – emptying clean dishes out of the dishwasher
4. Would You Prefer New Appliances Or Clothes?
Now that I have my new stovetop and hood, clothes.
5. Miracle Whip/Mayo?
Miracle Whip…learning to like Mayo
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August 26, 2011
S is for the Island of Sunshine
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The Island of Sunshine/ an island of sorrow/
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sisters three/now sister alone.
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Life’s changes/the universe calls
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Two watch over one.
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Note:
For Jennifer, known as “Jeff”,
the oldest of three/ has buried two younger sisters
one two years ago, one last week.
The island of Sunshine is near Deer Isle, Maine.
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A TIME TO SAY GOODBYE
The time has come,
after all my whining
about wanting quiet time,
an empty house,
no disruptions to my thoughts,
I remember being told,
“be careful what you wish
for…you MAY get it.”
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The time has come
for the last to leave
and move away,
and not return
to stay.
MOVE,
not just go to school,
join the Air Force,
(you tricked me here,
but I understand,
better life choices
in Denver)
or out of the house but
still with in reach …
twenty miles is almost
next door.
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When the time came,
Y’all took my advice,
move near an airport
to make visiting easy…
Denver and
Dallas airports seem
a world away.
Close but not so close.
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The time has come for
the last “forever” move,
Sabrina,
on her own,
the first grandchild to be on
her own.
My house has been her “base”,
home away from home,
for almost 19 years.
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The time has come
for all good things
to come to an end.
Good things will start
in Texas for Sabrina,
her new home,
new school of art,
near her mother,
sister,
John,
And I can’t forget
the CATS,
Baby and Kiki
who’ve been missed like
siblings.
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The time has come,
a new day
is starting,
a new door opened,
a new chapter has
begun.
It’s a time to say
Goodbye.
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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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