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Wednesday, June 29, 2016

I had one foot out the kitchen door when...

...I looked down and saw that God/the Universe still has a sense of humor...
Before coffee, even!

Here's what I saw:

...There, to the left of my kitchen door,
in a brick CORNER was the prettiest,
medium-sized Box Turtle with orange spots on her head.
She's the cutest I've seen this year and let me tell you,
I've seen plenty!  Can you say SWAMP and
and in BACK of my house?  I need road signs that say:

Yes, I've seen all that and so much more...
     Alligators one block away this Spring when it flooded...

Signs would be super fine if my road actually
had any traffic, which, thank God, it does not
except for the 4 families who live on
this hidden, out-of-the-way Boulevard in the woods.

Ms. Turtle apparently had a load of shit on her mind,
took a walk out of the woods, crossed the street and
walked straight as an arrow up my driveway, onto
the carport and then literally hit the wall/corner
and was trying as hard as she could to just keep on trucking.

Her back legs were walking, but she was going nowhere fast in that
boxed-in, head-in-shell corner situation she'd walked right into.
What a perfect metaphor for how I've been feeling!!!  S-T-U-C-K!

     Oh, Ms. Turtle, I feel your pain!

So I put some water in a shallow container,
picked up Ms. Turtle and sat her in the water on the lawn.
She splashed around some, took a drink, then hit the grass,
Turtle-scootin' back to her home and family.

And that's just how God takes care of me...the
way he cared for that lost, confused Turtle,
stuck in a bricked-in corner.  He lifts me up, gently...

Hope.  In a Turtle suit.
I like that.


Friday, June 24, 2016

I walked out the kitchen door...

barefoot...onto the carport...and into the front yard.

I inhaled the scent of freshly cut grass,
admiring the vivid greens against the
aching cobalt of
Southern Summer sky.

A Mockingbird landed to
fetch a worm or grub, then
sat on a telephone wire to
sing me a dozen tunes.

I was not looking up,

I was still looking at my wet,
clipped-grass-coated feet
sunk into the soft, spongy lawn
and enjoying the serenade.

I was, to be redundant, at that moment,
looking the ground,

when a shadow,
a wide shadow,
an unusually large shadow
passed over my own
verdant-footed shadow..., it glided,
right over me.

I, of course, looked
straight up into the sun
and saw spots,
then walked in circles,
head upturned,
knowing it was a Hawk,
a big, beautiful predator
hunting for breakfast.

The Mockingbird
quickly left...

Finally, I spotted the Hawk
still gliding, wings outstretched,
drifting on an air current
along the edge of
the woods, the Ent-like Pines.

I stood transfixed,
watching reverently
until it vanished...
as in a lucid dream
into a fast approaching
storm cloud.


Sunday, June 19, 2016

The Moon...

...last night
painted a perfect window
upon my bedroom floor
with the softest strokes of
palest white moonbeams.

It was a sweet waking dream
to slowly arise and
to stand for a moment
in those elusive beams...

Saturday, June 18, 2016

I Am A Rock...

...I am an island...

I have my books
and my poetry to protect me... ~Paul Simon, from 'I Am A Rock'


It's an illusion, of course,
but a good one...being protected
by my hundreds of poetry books
and the words...oh, the words
contained therein!
The perfect words in
the perfect
how I see/feel/experience poetry.
This, too, shall pass.

Just enough gentle rain falling to
cool us down ten degrees and
water the gardens.

A good friend's birthday
today, a reason to be happy
for another...

June is running downhill as
fast as she can, full tilt boogie
into a tall brick wall...

Thursday, June 16, 2016

Hello, Thursday

Wake at 5:55 a.m.
Feed cats
          Purring can be a sign of injury or pain...not only contentment.
Brush teeth
Make coffee
Slip into flip-flops

Water plants & garden front & back yard & hose off patio (Raccoons are messy)
Fill all bird baths with clean water
          Birdsong, bird calls, birdtalk, birdlove, birds...
Smell the Lavender & Mint awakening, wet with morning dew
          Crushing herbs releases their scents...c-r-u-s-h-i-n-g!!
Take Hummingbird feeders inside: wash and fill and put back in place
Marvel at Tomatoes & Squash & Kale & Swiss Chard
          Tomatoes belong to the deadly Nightshade family... 
Laugh at the 4 cats, happy to be outside with me

Thank God/Buddha/Mary/Mother Earth for my blessings
           Hail Mary, full of grace, our Lord is with thee.
          Blessed art thou among women,
          and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus...

Watch the sun slowly carpet the wet grass with sparkling diamonds

Drink coffee:  nectar of the gods!
Read my Bible...still enjoying Psalms
          He leadeth me beside still waters; He restoreth my soul---

Morning news/blues
Shower & dress for a 97 degree day
Make grocery list
Check emails & FB
Laundry time

All this before 8:00 a.m.
Women are super heroes...

Why do we long/pine for romance & men, to rut like dogs...

Friday, June 10, 2016

And the days go by... a strand

in the wind

in the web that is my own...

I begin again...


The clouds never expect it
when it rains

but the sea changes colors
but the sea

does not change...

and so with the slow,
graceful flow
of age
I went forth with an age old

desire to please...

~Stevie Nicks, from Edge of Seventeen


Hence, the pain...
     desire to please...

Friday, June 3, 2016

The Squeaky Wheel...

...gets the most grease.
Common fucking sense, that one.

And I got my books, only two days late and
after 3 phone calls, 5 or 6 emails to
grammatically illiterate bots that were
never taught the King's English,
one rant to Jeff Bezos
and one "live chat" or
so it claimed.

Etcetera.  Ha!

Raining again, thunder booming
and water, water everywhere, frogs croaking
euphoric tunes...make that ecstatic.  What's with
that anyhow?  Frogs-dotdotdot-are amphibians.


Frogs may croak after rainfall because they become attracted to the wet atmosphere and use their croaks as mating calls. Because of this, frogs are very likely to mate during a rainy season.

I sooooo love this!!!  Rain makes
frogs horny!!  Me, too!!! What about Toads???
LOL???  What did we
EVER do before

We dragged our asses over to the
shelf with the white Encyclopedias
which our Mama paid for monthly
for over a year.  We ate bologna
and Spam sandwiches
in exchange for having knowledge
at hand.  Oh, how I loved
those books!  I'd sit and read them for
hours and hours...

This generation takes it's knowledge
for granted. They didn't have to
walk to the television
to turn the channel to get one
of only three channels...
It's all in their fucking pocket,
the little lazy whippersnappers,
at the touch of a screen...and it's sad.
Tick, tock...
dear Millenials:  you're going to miss the
Boomers when we're all dead and gone.

Thursday, June 2, 2016


Dear Diary,

Listening to Belladonna album.
Vinyl album, not CD or IPod.
No one can cheer a person like
Stevie Nicks on a hot,
depressing, rainy day.

And the lady is feeling
like the moon that she loves...

For two days I've been chewing's ass via telephone,
email, Twitter, snail mail
and live chats.  All I want is my
2nd day delivery, which I pay for
via Amazon Prime and haven't
gotten this entire year.

How can a billionaire,
Jeff Bezos, run a company that can't
even deliver a box of books
on time?  Hmmmmmm????????

It pisses me off and
perplexes the hell out of me.
He's got 1,000 employees
working on Artificial Intelligence
and can't get my books to me
in 2 days.  WTF is up with that?

The clouds never expect it
when it rains...but the sea changes color...
but the sea does not change...

Hey Jeff, here's an idea:  put half of those brainiacs
in the fucking shipping department to
figure out the basics first!!!

I'm on a mission, now.
I sent him a brutal email which I doubt he'll see
much less answer, and told him he needs
to handle up or I'm out of there.
Trust me, I've been making that dude
money since 1999.  LOL!  I laugh
because big corporate assholes
don't give a shit
about nobody-readers like me.

Stop dragging my heart around...

And such is my life.

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

What Day Is It?

Dear Diary,

The morning grass is soft and wet
with dew
as I walk barefooted
in my pajamas to pick blueberries
in the back yard.  I hop over spots with
stickers (trust me, I know them all)
and little broken branches
fallen from my giant Water Oak.
Through the heavy, leaning
wooden gate I tippy toe
and take five steps to
the tall, old, faithful bushes.

The ripe, fat berries fall willingly
into my eager hands.
Fingers to berry to mouth,
eat, pick, repeat.
No blueberry muffins
yesterday or today...
and probably not
I eat my fill, leaving the
highest branches for
the birds.

The sun is hidden
behind low, white
clouds, heavy with rain
on this first day of
hurricane season:  humid,
hot and sultry.  Even the
birdsong is muted
like they, too, miss
yesterday's sunshine.

Come to think of it...
It doesn't really matter
what day it
does it?

Lonely Girl

"Rain makes me feel less alone. All rain is, is a cloud- falling apart, and pouring its shattered pieces down on top of you. It makes me feel good to know I'm not the only thing that falls apart . It makes me feel better to know other things in nature can shatter.”   ― Lone Alaskan Gypsy