On this day

I am faced

with a barrage

of questions …

Who is that  in the mirror?

How can it be?

How did I get here?

Is the little girl a woman now??

I was in a  dream

dressed in white

long dark hair

on top of my head

I wore  a veil

the scent of flowers

wafted in the breeze

***

A man was there

looked into my eyes

his smile took my fears away

our hands

were joined

***

I turn from the girl

face the  man

We say

“I do”

**

My questions are answered

The girl  is no more

the woman is held close

in the arms of the man

she loves.

****

I hope you enjoy the photography of my friend Florin. Go to his website to see is gallery

http://florindesign.com/index.html

Yes it’s another day to celebrate great poetry at One Shot Wednesday. Please come join in the fun.

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A white

searing light

is all that remains

of reason

***

Cling tight

to the edge

a mere breadth

of sanity

***

Perilously close

to the end of a mind

where raptor

swoop for the kill

***

The string is taut

that holds the key

will he

or won’t he

B

R

E

A

K….

Do you ever read a word or a line and get inspired to write a piece?? I do. This piece was like a flash based on a line in my friend SLPMartin’s latest poem “Suburbia”

Thanks to Brenda Starr for the Key

*http://www.flickr.com/photos/brenda-starr/3509344100/

“I never…

told her

held them.”

‘Oh …

so many things

left undone.”

“Forgive me…

for not telling you I loved you

nor holding our children near.”

thanks to Susan at Stony River for many enjoyable photo prompted stories in 140 characters. Microfiction Monday is a delightful place to write and meet wonderful people.

Ok I was tagged by Hope at Roadlesstraveled. Ya know the song “The things we do for love.” ??? I’m doing this cuz: I love you Hope, it’s a longggg weekend,   I love all the people who come here and read my stuff,  and you (Hope) might win something from Thom.

Oh and Thom (of Hawaiians have way too much time on their hands) I  will get you back for getting me into this!!!

So – 8 random questions formulated by someone who probably lives on Saturn (those folks aren’t quite right).

1. Why did you start blogging?

Is this a trick question??? Initially to prove to someone I could but most importantly to create a niche as a writer with adult people (I’m a children’s writer if ya didn’t know.)

2. If you could travel anywhere in the world with no restriction of costs, where would it be and why?

I have been almost everywhere I have wanted to go. Africa is next – you will read about it, first, here on my blog. It will happen!

Um- why Africa? As a kid I read about starving African children, I wanted to become a doctor and save them. (sometimes the place you want to go all your life is the place you reach the last.)

3. Did you have a teacher in school that had a great influence on your life? If so, what?

You bet.  My sixth grade teacher changed my life. Because I struggled with basic Math principles, all my previous teachers had labelled me as stupid (even though I was reading post-high school level by 6th grade.) This teacher took the time (every day after school) to catch me up to my math level. Because of his investment, I kept excelling and graduated with a degree in College (top of my class in Nursing) where I needed strong math skills.

4. If you could spend the day with a famous person, who would it be, and what would you do?

Mother Teresa – feed and clothe the poor children in Calcutta (what else?)

5. Toilet paper – over or under?

Never use the stuff **

6. Name one thing in your life that you would do over if possible.

Everything and nothing – what not an answer?

Fulfilled one major dream and gone to Art School.

7. Tell about your pets – if any.

Numero Uno Pero  - Whitney a Goldie. She is my most loyal fan, she loves my poetry, and is trained to save me if I drown in our pool (at least she has led me to believe all of the above).

Numero Dos Pero- Ginger a Chihuahua mutt. She doesn’t speak Spanish or English just food.

8. Do you live in a small town or a large town.

Hmm –  definition please? I live in a town!!! I believe by todays standards it is large but it still has the small town feel.

I get to pick 8 lucky people to divulge Trivia (please note you are not obligated in any way shape of manner to do this. Could you tell me the answers privately though – pleez?)

Pete Marshall

Adam Dustus

Brian Miller

Fireblossom

Emmanuel Ibok

Monkey Man

April

William Manson

**Either- it works both ways.

…And there you have it folks the most trivial stuff about MDW (moondustwriter). I am going to have to show up those people on Saturn and put together a proper pursuit in blog trivia.

As you turn into me, don’t you see?

We are so close. Too close.

You brush against my skin.

I  feel the splash of your wake.

Any closer and our hulls will collide…

***

Once we were tacking a sailboat in the San Francisco Bay. We came so close to a tanker we almost kissed.

That’s something that no sailor wants to do.

My friend Monkey Man hosts this microfiction in 160 characters each Sunday. Join us for a writing challenge and great stories.

Love this reflection of 44 foot boat Reverie thanks K Tyler Conk

*http://www.flickr.com/photos/ktylerconk/3383234801

pre-game bon-fire,  tail gating frenzy, fannies freezing,

loud alumnae, snuggling, friends, rivals, stadium, history

scoreboard, jerseys, helmets, pads,

quarterbacks, full-backs, receivers,

coaches, referees,

hotdogs,  spilled coffee,  Gatorade, beer’s overflowing

half-time show, telecast, cheerleaders, short skirts,

touchdown, field goal, interception,

defence, offense,

50 yard line,

15 glorious weeks,

next weeks game,

Bowl dreams

For more  in 55 words go to Mr. Know it All. Always great stories and great people.

Join us at One Stop Poetry for great poetry everyday.

Today I am spotlighting my friend Daniel Audet.

Daniel is a wonderful writer and poet.

check it out

I’m loving my icon by my friend Adam Dustus

If…

I could look at the moon

in  her soft radiance

and hear her innermost thoughts

***

If…

I could stand before the sea

in  his raging energy

and feel his surging emotion

***

If…

I could embrace a new born child

in  her newness

and experience her innocent wonder

***

If…

I could ride on the winds

feel the undulation of the currents

and be suspended in time and space

***

Then…

for one fraction

of one moment

I may have a finite grasp

of what God

lives and breathes

each day

One Shot Wednesday is a time for poets to express themselves, to experience life, love, or reality through words. Please join us as we strive to inspire each other.

Photo by Ted Kerwin

Play me

listen to those low tones

that come from my heart

a depth only you can produce

***

Play me

each finger has a special place

knows the inner core

of my being

***

Play me

to your dying day

hear the soft sweetness

of love we  share

***

Play me

as you lean into me

and I into you

we make the sweetest

Music

This picture is a poetry photo challenge from my friend Charles Martin. This photo is a man who has had a long, loving life as a jazz player. Hear the Bass’ words, feel fingers produce beauty as they together make music.

“Honey I’ve really gotta go.”

“you’ll hafta wait for 25 miles”

“The other option-  trees or… Coolville”

“Several people have died in Coolville. Stop at the tree.”

Susan at Stony River is a wonderful hostess who gives us a picture prompt each week. Enjoy all of the Micro Fiction at Stony River.