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ON THE STREET WHERE WE LIVE


Outside my window there are the same roads
there are the same people walking their dogs
There's old Mr. Magazoo taking his morning walk
and stopping by our neighbor's for some small talk

There are the old houses with bolted doors
standing on our street like abandoned forts
lurking unnoticed by cars zipping by
faster than the speed of two minutes per mile

Our place is  mostly quiet at this time of the year
when most everyone seems to disappear
inside thick coats,  behind insulated walls
as chilly  wind blows and heavy snow falls

Yet on Thursday nights the sidewalk sprouts
trash bins so full they are  ready to burst
but for  the old lady pulling  a  kiddie wagon
collecting  redeemable plastic  and soda cans. 127 more words
Photography

WINTER OFFERING (A Quadrille)

A bowl of daffodils by the window
Looking at the grey skies and falling snow
convey my prayers for a cheerful day
To frighten those sad winter ghosts away… 67 more words

Photography

Spring's Promise

The early morning remains shrouded in darkness outside the window as I wait in the barn for the purest of magic–creation.  With much straining, the tiny baby is pushed into the cold world with labored contractions.   65 more words

Poetry

To MW - mpu

I offered you my past. Stupid, naive, blind. Meant it as a gift. To aid your understanding; your insight into the condition of another. A Child. 96 more words

Art

A MOTHER'S NIGHT

My broom dances to Yoyo Ma
bowing a Bach prelude
Dust and crumb puff and twirl
sensing my happy mood

With kids asleep, the night is mine
the night is mine alone
and I will dance and  I will sing
my broom as microphone

Yoyo Ma will fiddle and bow
he'll fiddle all night long
while I buff the floor,  tidy up  
put things where they belong. 33 more words
Poetry

WHERE WILL DAWN FIND YOU? (A Quadrille)

Oh, Little Child, where will dawn find you?
Sprawled on the burning sands,
lost in the cold?
Uncertainty is your lot
Your mother had cast you out… 31 more words

Poetry

HUM A TUNE (A RONDEL)

Hum a tune when your words seem lost
and refuse to paint the world you see
better than your sulking silence
court back your  muse with melody… 96 more words

Poetry