Monday, July 30, 2012

What's up Dog

I have injured myself.   I'm watching the Olympics and chilling. I'm really chilling I have frozen peas on my back and ankle...

I hope you enJOYed your weekend...

Here is a view into my world(no I'm not going to show you my frozen peas, lol.  I'm looking like the Tower of Pisa again(happens every summer).  I over do and I'm down for the count...

Yes, this rabbit knows a good thing. He or she was down for the count. It was so  hot he was laying on some cool moss...meanwhile on the other end of the yard:

 My hound is not happy!  Actually he is..  He missed the rabbit taunting him and was rather excited to see him again!   Earlier in the day,  the rabbit in the day had crawled around my pots and ran off in the woods.  Our beagle had no clue....  There really is some truth to Bugs Bunny and his clever ways ;D    This is a new series called  The Hound n' the Hare, lol.

Okay, not such a great photo, but you get the idea. This rabbit and maybe a few of his brothers and sisters are famous, for hiding under our deck.

                                       Our hound even consulted a shrink for advice!

My hound is eleven. I honestly don't think he would hurt the rabbit.  He just wants to sniff him/her, hug him, love him and call him George, lol!

Friday, July 27, 2012

Poets United

 Poets United prompt #107 is Sound...I hope you can hear my poem.  I fear the scent might be stronger than the sound!


Midnight Buffet

Long shadows lurk
in the garden at midnight
a feast for the day
a buzz of aloof energy
waits in the dark corners
to celebrate
owls swooping n' whooooting
tales of their favorite hunt
crickets chirp the day's gossip
toads croak their love songs
the dancing wings of wild detectives
search for their midnight snack
they sip the delicacies of moonlit nectar
the gossamer wings of day have nestled in
flossy, silky blankets
they hum among their hushed cousins
tranquil beauties surrender to the Lunar glow
the perfumed night is revived by an early morning shower
slosh n' splattered leaves drink remaining
liquid jewels
beetles n' bugs splash and play in their 
favorite pool:  
a puddle of mud  
recycled run off floats n' cascades
into the compost garden
 Preying Mantis swoons n' opens wide
 bog wood's moldy musk is vile and attracts
other guests to visit their vacant hotel
a feast of mushrooms is on display
for the party 
all are invited to the 
midnight buffet~


We are under a severe storm advisory! I will be back to comment and make the rounds~

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

A Poetry Challenge

We celebrated our first Anniversary, in the Imaginary Garden this month.  We were paired with another poet to do a collaboration!   I was paired with the talented  Hannah.  WE discovered we had more in common, than we thought.  We both were born in Maine, love the same color green and nature is often our muse.  We did what I thought was the most evil poetic form...a Villanelle.  It is a tough form...some call it a killer for writers.  I think I turned green worrying how we would pull this off, but we did!    Thank you Hannah for being such a gracious spirit and good sport! I learned that pushing myself was a good thing!  We will meet, when I visit my home in Maine, someday~   YOU can read it in the Imaginary Garden...

  This explains the form:
villanelle is 19-line poem consisting of 5 tercets and a final quatrain. It requires no set meter, nor number of syllables per line. It carries a pattern of only two rhyme sounds (ABA in 5 tercets, and then ABAA in final quatrain). The first and third lines of the first tercet repeat alternately as a refrain closing the succeeding stanzas, and rejoin as the final couplet of the quatrain.

I would love to hear about your home? My state is known as the Vacation State, via license plate ;D. We are known for our lobster(lobstah), blueberries and potatoes. WE are also known as the Pine tree state. What is your state known for? What does your license plate say?

Monday, July 23, 2012

Poetic Offerings

I will share my poetry here today. I have been trying to post my writing on my other blog, Ella's Font.  

For Fireblossom's Friday challenge I went with witch...

You don't judge a book by its cover, but what about a house...
Ivy trailing, dark n' foreboding...
Incantation like the wind
casts a net
maybe you are wrong...


Sticks and stones may 
break your bones, but
I gather them
along with Earth's gifts
feathers of song birds, 
crystals, river stones and herbs
I follow Moon's wisdom
and light my grill, not cauldron
ashes n' embers of smoldering rosemary n' apple wood
permeate the wind

Noisy neighbor:

Moonlight glows dimly on the Sargent home
timeworn picket fence tilted and dove gray
weeds rampant everywhere
is that Sage I smell...burning?
as I walk on...I feel a smooth brush on my calf
a black cat nudges me
I jump
do I hear a cackle or is that creaking stairs?


Do I hear someone at my door?
Loki did you scare the neighbors again
Time to align the 3 fates and 9 muses
and brew our nettle tea
and light vanilla n' amber candles
I pick a leaf off my wishing tree and
write with blood red ink from pokeberries
Is someone there?
I go peer through my scarf curtains
I take out my salt glazed crow(pie bird)
he has sung a stormy tune
time for blackberry pie
I find my silver locket and plan my garden by the stars
and phased moonlight
tomorrow I will walk
 a new path

Truth alines in the darkness
it lurks behind the moon 
a map of the heart exposed in the palm
shows how the river will flow
my third eye knows to rise
above the frayed and aloof
and embrace Mother Nature's

 Follow the spirit tree's path
news will come to you on a wing
remember your moon sisters
face north and wear your indigo oil
light a purity candle and wish for your
true love to appear
and if you see a toad
don't blame me

 I did a prompt for The Sunday Mini Challenge. I invited others to write a poem using vintage, sepia photos. I love the look of these photos and wonder what their lives were like, their names, who did they love?!  I wonder....


Her name was Estella....
It was written on the back of the photo...

Promised to another
her pale blue eyes and strawberry looks
wilted and her lips quivered
 as the date neared to
be Mr. & Mrs. Hawkins
He an older man
  burly n' proud, but
drab n' dull like dust in the wind

Her mood would lift n' flutter like a moth to flame
when it was time to meet him, her true love
dark eyes and dimples
at midnight near the majestic Oak
Her cheeks burned with thoughts of him
their finger entwined like vines
their limbs tangled enjoying the stolen hours
dizzy with their encounter under the silverly
wink of the moon
They soon would run off
be together
misty eyed she would leave him until
their next encounter

I want to give a shout out to Mary Pax her second book, in the Backworlds  series is released today!
Congrats Mary...I love the title ;D    You knew I would....
Stopover at the Backworlds' Edge
You can check out the first one here, it is FREE!


Amazon / Amazon UK / Barnes & Noble / iTunes / Smashwords /

AmazonDE / AmazonFR / AmazonES / AmazonIT

The interstellar portal opens, bringing in a ship that should no longer exist. A battleship spoiling for a fight, yet the war with Earth ended two generations ago. The vessel drops off a Water-breather, a type of Backworlder thought to be extinct. She claims one of Craze’s friends is a traitor who summoned the enemy to Pardeep Station. A betrayal worse than his father’s, if Craze lives to worry about it.