Time Passing #poetry #writing #photography

childs viewpoint

The next generation buzzed about

one pre-adolescent squawked off-key

trying their hand at being grown up

our children even in sorrow bring us glee

stories of when they were young

little gazes adoration filled

I miss little hands in mine

I still hear a faint giggle

we are here to honor our father

how many gatherings did he watch

things will never be the same

 the family’s protective hawk

we share laughter and tears

they fledge and time passes

parents impotent to protect

the merry go rounds go faster

we sit thinking of the past

telling stories of when they were young

look behind one brief moment

his shadow all alone

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I wish you knew him

broken people held in rough hands

maintained order

Poets United Midweek Motif is “Parenting.” We just spent the past weekend celebrating the rich life of my father-in-law who spent his life serving in international disaster relief. We knew many of the stories still it was good to hear that he was loved and respected no matter where he went. We had lots of time for reflecting on the past and parenting as the children circled our chairs.

 

 

Today Rather than Yesterday #parenting #poetry

birthday balloons

 

 

where do you find yourself

in the rabbit hole of yesterday

pulling yourself toward today

or rushing back grasping at the past

wishing wanting

its like water slipped through your fingertips

I can’t hold you back as I trip

I never really wanted to try

flying free on winds invigoratingly high

but there are nights

sober moments where I hear screeching tires so near

I want to place a warm bundle back in the crib

singing made up lullabies

and whisper to little elf-like ears

“I love you”

piglet and winnie

Today is the birthday of my youngest and I want to climb back to the rabbit hole of yesterday and hold her small hand.

Long Gone (Skittles) #atozchallenge #poetry

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i found one piece

colored in memories

touching my fingertips

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i hear unstoppable giggles

colored in memories

and silly moments

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 i grasp all that is left

colored in memories

touching my heart

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i remember candy coated silliness

colored in memories

and boys…

Skittles

This is written for friend and colleague Brian Miller and the boys that keep us young.

A2Z-BADGE-000 [2014]

Light Verse are whimsical poems  are represented in Limerick, non-sense poems and  Double Dactly.  (the above  is more a free verse)

This is a Limerick-

I met a strange man from Philly

Who everyone said was quite silly

he pulled up a dish, it was covered in fish

and pulled up a chair with fine Lily

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There is no grief like the grief that does not speak

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again.

Wisely improve the present , it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear…

~Longfellow

Weekly Photo Challenge “Forward – The Challenge” #poetry #photography #philosophy #parenting

Ripples of Life

Take this stone

throw it

create a beginning

moving outward

fluid concentricity

touches more points

as it moves

light catcher

shape tracker

moves images

a sunken piece of mass

inspires me

to move

forward

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As you  move forward what is it in the past that propelled you? Fear, a challenge, a friend, an enemy, money, debt…?

Was your move forward physical, spiritual?

Alone I never feared change or forward motion. For me “Forward” is a march toward adventure. As a mother, that move forward presents a different challenge. The ripple of the circle in the water reminds me of the move forward. It’s a challenge  when it involves others (those we love). There are edges of the circle (consequences) I cannot see or foresee.   The best I can do is hope (and pray) that those I love will weather the forward moving ripples in their paper boat of life.

HOW do the ripples inspire you???

WordPress’ Weekly Photo Challenge: In a new post specifically created for this challenge, share a picture that says FORWARD to you.

Perhaps it’s a path you yourself have taken, the building where you’re starting a great new job, or the curve of your partner’s pregnant belly. It could be an image that shows a physical move, or something that evokes a major life change. We look forward (ha!) to your interpretations.

Photograph: “Ripples of Life” copyright 2012 L. Moon

First Day of School #flash fiction

Are you sure I am ready?

Everything is here pens, notebooks, binders, art supplies. />

Are you sure everything is here? What about a sack lunch????

I don’t think I can do this!!!!

Mom I’ve been going to school for 14 years. maybe it was never putting me on a bus at 5 that has created this disfuctional behavior.

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My son is leaving home in a few weeks to go University- I’ve been spoiled having him close at the local college. Thank goodness for text messages and cell phones.

It’s another great day for flash fiction at G-mans