Saturday, June 30, 2012

 
heavenly body
ancient people followed you
man in the moon love

Friday, June 29, 2012



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

Thursday, June 28, 2012

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

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

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


Tuesday, June 26, 2012

 

joyful believers
young minds are open to all
their bodies follow

Monday, June 25, 2012

 
illumination
moon light or written word
filling dark corners

Sunday, June 24, 2012

 

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


Friday, June 22, 2012

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

Thursday, June 21, 2012

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

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

 
magic between friends
we ran around by moonlight
 forgotten troubles

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

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

Monday, June 18, 2012

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

Saturday, June 16, 2012

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

Friday, June 15, 2012



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

Wednesday, June 6, 2012


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





Monday, June 4, 2012

# 120 Magpie tale

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

http://magpietales.blogspot.com/


Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...