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# 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

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

photograph (c) Sigrid Saradunn
August 26, 2011
S is for the Island of Sunshine
The Island of Sunshine/ an island of sorrow/
sisters three/now sister alone.
Life’s changes/the universe calls
Two watch over one.

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.


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.”
The time has come
for the last to leave
and move away,
and not return
to stay.
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.
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.
The time has come for
the last “forever” move,
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.
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,
And I can’t forget
the CATS,
Baby and Kiki
who’ve been missed like
The time has come,
a new day
is starting,
a new door opened,
a new chapter has
It’s a time to say

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

……………….Sigrid Saradunn

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

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

published in
Poets Salon: The Scent of Orange
Please go to the link below for the other wonderful Scent of Orange poems.


Daffodil painting from Peace Post Card series

Thinking of Mimi on her birthdate
Daffodils are being sold
A sign of spring reminds me
of Mimi so full of joy
and enjoying the changing
of the season.
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.
3/23/2019 … born 1940
Daffodil painting from Peace Post Card series


Window to the past
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.
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
Prompt: small stones, windows
photo source, cover of Robin Emery’s book
“Maine’s First Lady of Running” by Ed Rice/

Two Eagles watching goslings napping


Goslings napping, parents aware of Eagles across the pond

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
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
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
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

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