Monday, November 28, 2011

Discarded... joy

 Like a spring tulip, the discarded couch seemed to grow out of the dirty sidewalk
a bit of unintended joy on a city street
Many passed by,stopped to look at it, but kept walking
Even the street people seemed to be awed by its pinkness
Not used to seeing joy, they were confused by it
no one daring to be the first to claim it for the night
No, it stayed against the underpass wall, its feet planted in concrete
a shrine of the discarded 


Thursday, November 24, 2011

Hope you all had a wonderful day

me?.....I did
and now it is goodnight...sleep tight
see you in the morning

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Wednesday, November 23, 2011


After rolling in catnip....a morning treat
Boo looked up to the patio door and spotted the stray kitty
who was eating a dish of tuna that I had put out for him while Boo was high
Now, in this altered state, Boo was looking for a rumble
oh yeah, he scared that interloper, that cad, outside on his deck.
Why... that kitty just shook in his puss n boots,
finished eating, and turned and left.
.....and Boo thought....yeah,I'm bad.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Magpie tale # 92.......

So into their love
they forgot they had children
and the children never learned
to have what they had,
but they searched all their loves
to fill that bucket that had no bottom


Saturday, November 19, 2011

I was taught as a child to pray without ceasing

As a child I was guided by my teachers to not put prayer to an hour of the day
or to use it just in times of disaster,pain,wants,needs, loneliness or sorrow
no...prayer is a continuous communion with God
and it has been for all my life.....
So gratefulness is easy ....counting my blessings is like breathing
I am never without a listener....who knows before I speak

I am grateful that most Americans set aside this day to gather with their families
or with their friends or animals to stop and think of what blessings they have in their lives
A day to not count the lack
but to gladly bow their heads and say thank you

My daughter, Sarah, and her husband are doing the cooking this year
thank you
I will be making pies and a pumpkin cheesecake
I got off easy

So get out your notebooks,journals, scratch-paper
I am grateful for.....

Thursday, November 17, 2011

It is quiet in the house and I am about to make a small supper for my husband.
The sun is setting so wonderfully just outside the kitchen window,cheering me to a warmth
of  being. A purple finch is perched on the horsechestnut tree sunning himself...kindred spirit.
In the early years my husband and I were as poor as churchmice. We ate simply then,
and we eat simply now. One of his favorites is meatballs, rice and corn. I know...a bit too much starch,but it is one of those meals that brings a smile on his face when he lifts the lid.
His smiles have always been important. I am blessed with a partner who is grateful.
So as I mix the ground meat with breadcrumbs,seasoning,egg and onion
...I feel like the bird on the twig outside

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

how quickly they grow

just bragging a little

boo hoo I miss them

#91 magpie tales

Life is a minefield of choices,
often opposites facing each other.
 It is with foggy vision that we trust
and sit or 
 keep going on ,fumbling and stumbling through.
And sometimes we run out of chairs and the music stops
and we have to sit on the only chair
 that is left

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

his name carved in stone
the maple leaves turned scarlet
there's death and there's death


Friday, November 4, 2011

 typewriter and desk
a stack of crumbled paper
the frustration room


Wednesday, November 2, 2011


comes in many ways

even without our knowing

and for this I give thanks

so much done for me

and mine  without our merit

it is only grace

and mystery
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