heavenly body
ancient people followed you
man in the moon love

swing wildy at me
you don't understand my light
I rise despite you

 

a frame for your fear
a light left on in the night
someone always there

 

goals are a challenge
believe that you can reach them
the moon waits for you

 

joyful believers
young minds are open to all
their bodies follow

 

illumination
moon light or written word
filling dark corners

 

 moon's beauty holds us
 wonder unmeasureable
standing with a child

 

Godly light of night
I held the moon by a thread
as I fell asleep

 

a lasso sent out
 rodeo of hurt feelings
like roping the moon

 

magic between friends
we ran around by moonlight
 forgotten troubles

 

the family painter
the light of it hurts your eyes
I'll get out my brush

 

I sat with my thoughts
the moon fell into my bowl
dining with myself

 

horizon of time
this second is all we have
its all in your hands

photographer unknown to me...a friend sent me a bunch of these...so creative

 

I reached for the moon
thought I'd  make a pizza pie
slices of wonder

 

 

see you soon

All morning I have been writing and rewriting

a flash fiction

I put the finishing touches on it...for today...

I'm sure the writing group will have suggestions tonight

to improve it...what would I do without them?

..and then I saw it

Ray Bradbury is dead.

oh my

I am not a groupie

and there is no one I would stand in line to get an autograph of

but somehow I would have liked to have passed him on the street

or seen him sitting at the theater or picking out a good tomato at the grocery store

I would have stood in awe

I read today that "reading Bradbury is like having seen a striking glimpse out of a car window

and then being whisked away"

Oh yes.

One story he wrote about a man at confession on Christmas Eve

became part of me

Now how many writers do that?

Eudora Whelty maybe

I print out my story of 611 words

and head down to the bookcase to find

Bradbury



# 120 Magpie tale

 

Mabel Farley fare
her tea contribution
Where's the dried up prunes?

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