I welcome you.
Though you may or may not be entertained by my thoughts, it is for MYSELF that I pen a blog.
As a writer, I enjoy expressing myself.
When I write long romance novels, I am inside my head so much, I forget to focus on reality.
By writing once and a while on my blog, when the mood hits me, I have the freedom to come and go.
To pull up a chair and order lemonade or an ice cream sundae.
To either gobble it down, or eat it ever so slowly...
...until it melts into a concoction that resembles mushy milk.
Pull up a chair! Have a read. I hope you enjoy it.
I do...and that's what really matters.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
or am I a concerned observer
who's first obligation is to protect my charges?
Yes, of course, it is the latter of the two...however, I am a rat...
Am I protected by the 'Whistle Blower's Act?'
I am a rat...
but that fact does not dim
my air of responsibility to my superior
who signs her name to my check and expects honesty.
Tho' I am a rat...
I have no regrets, for I may have
...stopped one other from being jerked by the arm,
...stopped one other from being put in the way of harm...
Yes, I am a rat...
Wouldn't you be one, too?
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Lazy lily pads, floating on this glassy pond, mirror back at me,
pondering painted landscapes, this beauty captured in time,
forever a faux-Monet for all to dreamily see.
Underneath the glassy pond, a hidden world abound,
where frogs, snakes, and fish swim and eat and live,
and where Big Daddy the bullfrog croaks the rules for wildlife to abide by.
Only Mama Frog knows that Big Daddy's croak
is worse than his bite,
and truth be told,
Big Daddy's just a cuddly teddy-bear,
posing for his cousin who's painting
a faux-Monet Waterlily painting.
Monday, July 20, 2009
i have sisters who are friends,
i have sisters who are just pretend,
i have sisters who are in disguise,
i have sisters from whom i hide.
i have sisters near and far,
i have sisters stored in pickle jars,
i have sisters living in dream worlds,
i have sisters dying before my eyes.
i have sisters crying out in pain,
i have sisters laughing at the same,
i have sisters who try to understand,
i have sisters who will never be the same.
i have sisters that have been with me forever,
i have sisters that have been to the brink and back,
i have sisters that don't know each other,
i have sisters that don't know themselves.
i have sisters like the fingers on my hand,
i have sisters like Little Women of pretend,
i have sisters when i don't want them,
i have sisters that i never want to harm.
i have sisters i've spent my life loving,
i have sisters i've spent my life judging,
i have sisters i've spent my life trying to impress,
i have sisters i've spent my life shaking from their mess.
i have sisters that the world sees as sassy,
i have sisters that the world sees as smart,
i have sisters that the world sees as passionate,
i have sisters that the world sees as sappy.
i have sister who don't like my writing,
i have sisters who don't like my timing,
i have sisters who don't like my attitude,
i have sisters who don't like my religious mood.
i have sisters who usually get along,
i have sisters who usually sing the same song,
i have sisters who have children and grandkids,
i have sisters who have more, tho' really have less.
i have sisters, it is true,
i have sisters, and brothers, too.
(i could go on and on, but it would be too long.)
(Photo by Lisa (Allen) Kennard)
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
Across the bay the mountains loom
upon the water the hoot of a loon,
In the sky the clouds dance and move
nature's motion follows its own groove,
Every once in a while this man journey's back
to the land he was born, his memory goes back...
...to Grampa Pearson...looking at my husband now,
I see his proud grampa in his profile.
watch the annual parade
in their old hometown neighborhood
and relive childhood days...
Yet for this family, that has dwindled over the years, a family gathering for the 4th of July is not taken for granted. It is celebrated...like America's Independence!
...sometimes this world with all its complexities...
... is like a boulder teetering on a rock...
...i try to hold up my end of the boulder...
...different wishes or dreams...
...yet it is always the same...
...at the end of the day...
...i ponder my life...
...and teeter on the brink of wonder...
...what if i had chosen differently...
...what if i didn't return to this life...
...would i be single and sad, still...
...would i be his, or his, or his wife...
...only god knows the outcome for me...
...no, i never want a peek to see...
...i want to live like it's my last day on earth...
...and share a smile, a laugh, a touch...
...and be content with the final outcome...
celebrating their little friend's birthday.
Five little girls under the age of ten,
seeing the world through angelic eyes.
Five little girls depart from their circle,
going down different paths in life,
Five little girls grow into teenagers,
seeing the future through rose-colored glasses.
Five little girls become five old ladies,
their paths crossing every now and then.
Five old ladies gathered in a circle,
their past lives they can only daydream about.
(Photo by Lisa (Allen) Kennard)
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Punch and peach iced tea awaited, next to the flowered ice bucket...waiting in contest...to see which liquid was preferred.
In the freezer, shivering, three-flavored ice cream nudged together, trying to stay cold, trying not to be drippy with excitement, tho' it was hard, knowing how the hostess planned to serve with it various toppings like cherries, chocolate chips, walnuts, chocolate sauce, and whip cream. Oh! The concoction made the ice cream faint and frozen with anticipation.
Games: Ants in the Pants, Trouble, Don't Spill the Beans, deck of cards, Barrel of Monkeys, Pick Up Sticks...they all stood proud awaiting the declaration of who would be chosen to entertain the masses.
First a round of Trivia for Kids. What pride the game had as it attempted to outsmart the 7 to 65 years-olds. Then, oh! Trouble is next! A heated match between friends, young and old alike, is underway...............move ahead six, move ahead two, get landed on and get sent back home. Shouts of success, moans of defeat. An hour later, the two-male team (grandfather and grandson) are the victors!
Time to go home while the rain takes a break. Goodbyes and thank you's called out to hearth and home and hostess, too.
In the dishwasher, plastic cups, utensils, pots and pans, and plates recap the party as the water washes and rinses them clean. Giddy are they with extended joy. Everyone ate the food on the plates and forks and spoons were licked clean.
The waiting is the hardest part. Waiting for the next party! Will it be as fun as the last? Only time will tell. Who will be invited? What food will be served? What drinks? What dessert? WHAT GAMES?
I sure love throwing a party. So does my house and all within.
What will I say
To make you want to stay?
Shall I write a haiku
And rhyme until I die?
Maybe interpret clouds in the sky?
If I write of truths
Will you figure me out?
Will you smile or pout?
When I write 'bout you
In secret code incognito,
Will you stay and read, or go?
Only one thing to do
In a time like this,
Be true to myself and give everyone a sloppy KISS!