Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
A well-worn den with a rocking chair,
painted pictures on every wall.
See, by the window, that Chinese junk—
a blazing smudge on murky jade waters.
Across the room on the opposite wall, stands a sturdy prairie pinto, packed with an old brown buck-skinner’s bags; he waits in silent weariness for his warming fire to catch.
Between the two, above the couch, stretches a long, blue picture in shining oils: broken shards of castle wall, desolate wailing out of the salty fog.
Is this the house of a roving traveler? An explorer who hung his memories like pelts?
No, simply the house of a daring dreamer…who sat and read and filled with wonder, the ears of lively, little listeners?
Their proud faces cover the final wall.
This was a Carry-On Tuesday prompt taken from a quote by Sir Joshua Reynolds, an 18th century painter: "A room hung with pictures is a room hung with thoughts."
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Within a few miles of modern,
out on the little dirt roads in the country,
there are houses long abandoned,
their owners dead, and all descendants scattered.
So many were the children used to live here: early morning chores, late night lessons--lots of noise and joys and bustle.
They're all gone now.
Someone works the land and keeps the harvests;
Nobody wants the houses anymore.
Just a few small, wild creatures use the shelter.
Last fall, my son Elijah and his girl, Marie, went walking near this old house. They took pictures of the building, the silence, and an old boot on the floor.
Our Sunday Scribblings prompt was "the good old days".
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
buildings pancake down
A sobbing, hysterical survivor--
zealous in her seeking through the rubble for
A little daughter--
who went to school two hours ago,
her hair in yellow ribbons
Three Word Wednesday Our Three Words were Jolt, Zealous, Ribbon
Monday, January 11, 2010
"It was the best of times; it was the worst of times."
depending, of course, on where you stood.
A blizzard came.
Inside, the tree and sparkling lights
Outside, the welcome storm
Such dancing flakes of glorious bluster against my warm window pane.
Pale, soft beauty--the howling wind and ice...ice
Sudden black sheet and a high line pole
Father and daughter on their way to Christmas dinner.
Three giggling teen-aged girls out for a spin on the slippery road
Thrown from their vehicle
Onto the treacherous snow.
They didn't survive.
Carry On Tuesday