“Eclipse of the Wooden Eye Moon” January 4, 2011
January 4, 2011
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Bianca sits
watches quietly
moon eclipses
wondering her thoughts
if understands the mystery
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OctPoWriMo 2015 Day 25
TPOS mysterious
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photo: (c) 2011 Saradunn
“Eclipse of the Wooden Eye Moon” January 4, 2011
acrylic on canvas 9″ w x 12″ H
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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
Rock Art Cobblestone Beach
Tanka Poets on Site ( TPOS ) 2016: prompt: rock art
The coast of Maine is blessed with a coastline
like none other… the rare pink granite shores, sparkling
rocks that glisten in the sun… everywhere we turn,
natures abstract art can be seen.
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tossed and tumbled
waves carried from oceans depths
cobblestones
shaped, polished, sun bleached
ageless earthly beauty
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10/16/2016 Sigrid Saradunn
April 11, 2019
My bucket list
for most of my life
was to be the best mother
and nurse I could be.
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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.
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She spoke up
very matter of fact and clearly:
“The only traditions in our family
was that Mother worked.
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That festered in my mind.
There is no way to go back,
to create the family memories
she didn’t have, but missed.
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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
and
Holland at tulip time.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Stacey Stevens
January 25,1971-August 10, 2021
TUESDAY, AUGUST 17, 2021 AT 7 PM EDT
TUESDAY ZOOM – Open mic for one of your favorite poems by another poet.
8/17/2021
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.
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What is Needed Indeed
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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 . . .
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Love, respect, honesty and dignity.
Stacey Doe, Nov. 1995
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inspired to read when finding in
“Stone Lantern”
p. 66
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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
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Ellsworth, Maine City Pier
Jan 3, 2022
sunbeams
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
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sbs inspiration sharon hawky photo
— sbs Jan 3, 2022
angel beams
reminders
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
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ice age car
break thru frozen doors
sun hidden ~ no natural heat
thaw before driving
“Clinging to you” blogger username, Heaven.
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Title inspired by poem by Canadian titled:
“Clinging to you” blogger username, Heaven.
kiss me anew, here
before the last maple leaf
falls, and first snowflake
wets my pale lips, stilling time
twisted in salty drenched arms
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hurl me anew, here
before the last rose petal
dips, and first winter
drop caresses my bare hips
unfolding, clinging to you
by Heaven, Canada with permission
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shared on Michael Czarnecki Zoom
When the leaves come falling down
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Great grand-son in Denver CO 2021 for Michael Czarnecki prompt When the leaves come falling down
Mile High fall
red headed toddler
crisp leaves up to knees
pulling rake behind him
dragging for leaves
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shared on Michael Czarnecki Zoom
When the leaves come falling down
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photo by Sierra Stevens
10/26/2021
10/25/2021
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black-hole eyes / soul dead /lost
soul numb / spirit decays / blank view.
aura disappears / heart mourns
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School bell rings, moms cry.
child’s first school day, traumatic
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little ones, grow so fast
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For dVerse Poetics: Sunday 8/28/2011 Prompt: Third Eye Open: Good and Evil
August 29, 2011
The Aura of Good and Evil
Can you feel what I feel,
the aura of good or evil ?
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Can you feel confident
of the love of the good in people?
Knowing deep down you can trust
your first born or aging parent with them?
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Can you trust that feeling
of terror or fear in the room and in your heart
leading to the man
your friend is so in love with and plans to marry ?
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The gift of feeling another’s aura
is an awesome responsibility.
Knowing when to trust your gut,
when to act, or not is another.
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When you are right on the gift of love,
it is hard not to gloat and pat yourself on the back.
The same with evil…
“I told you so” on the bitten tongue,
can it stay there for ever and ever ?
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Can you accept when you are wrong,
and spoke too soon,
or when you were right and didn’t speak
and disaster struck ?
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Can you feel what I feel,
the aura of good or evil ?
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