More of writing short (poetic journaling)

To Erma with vegetable cravings:  "May all your Christmas reds be radishes."

Poetry is notice, and often it's thankfulness.


mighty oak still standing
in a quiet wind 
breathing lungs lungs breathing
snowshoes on the clip

Happenings and happy things.



Leslie is knitting an item big enough to sit on her lap and keep her knees warm.  

The Lord's promises are a comfort.

"Perfect," replies the Millennial.
"I wish it were so,  thinks the baby boomer. 

Mountain Biking in Colorado: 
My lungs are popp'n.  I'm gonna die, and I love it! Tawnia says so.  

I will write for me and remember who I am.

She's a vegan girl, but if there's a piece of meat around, she'll eat it. 

Season of Thanksgiving (poetic journaling)

Turkey by Tawnia

Turkey Shoot:  In the old South, and early on, if you happened to be a turkey in a wooden cage,  you did well to listen, gobble, bobble, or even nod.  But don't stick your neck  out!

  






Grand daughter - let’s have  tea and scones at Pippa's.  

"Pete's Dragon", the movie:
Tawnia says, "Pete!  Stay with the dragon and head for Never Never Land.

Some things I write about because I need to get the "whatever" out of my system.  

Pictures:    Looking through years of undated boxes and albums and files of family photos, I notice,  time blends. 


It's one of those topics you don't address on Monday.  


Crazy right thing to do. 

~ The old twisted oaks outside my window are not straight lines for me.  

Nov 2019 (poetic journaling)

  
Giving thanks  Thanks giving.  Happy Thanksgiving! 

frost on the window
full frost moon Nov 2019

WATCHING "GRuMpY oLD mEN" again.
Enjoying the many details, and not so much 
the plot which I already know.



The techy at his Microsoft office who doesn't have a watch… he uses an egg timer to know when the hour is up.

 i write  and remember. 


 Two inches of snow in an hour.  One snow flake at a time.

dinosaur - not techy, who loves pencils? 

 Train ride-the Great Scenic Railroad Journey.   (Briscon City NC - Durango CO).  And I want to go!

Love's pure light

 Despereaux, a mouse to remember 

 her first library card at age eighty-six

 1 Corinthians 13: 4,5.  "Love thinketh no evil…”


 Nobody reads my blogs.  You'd think I was trying to beam them into outer space. 

 My rant on paper.  Think it through  and   turn it around positive, and make it a poem.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Beatitudes:
Mathew 5 :6  Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness: for they shall be filled.