The Wider View

images..1Today is Canada Day. It is also Doctors’ Day in India, Hong Kong SAR Establishment Day, Independence Day in Somalia, and Keti Koti in Surinam. In other words, it’s one big important day for a great many people all over the world. Also, the Ruby is the birthstone for July, it symbolizes contentment. I’m certainly contented to be into real summer …


THE WIDER VIEW                     001 from Old Mill pk 001

silence is narrow
as the mountain I hold
in cupped hands

as wide
as the columbine
that rises
beside my feet

silence haunts
my eyes as I listen
to mountains singing
across the lake


first published in Purple Patch


berry & the bandFREE! The Berry Books are FREE at Smashwords! And they are perfect for 3-6 year-olds. ‘Berry and the Birthday Band’ and ‘Berry Cleans House’ tell how Berry the mouse, who lives in a tree, gets into funny situations, and has to find his way out of them.

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Camping Senyru

Summer and the time for camping trips, listening to squirrels drop
cones on tents, hiking through woods, swimming … watching sunrise and sunset … wonderful memories for adults and for kids …


camping                                                IMG_7019_marshmallows
by the river …


roasting marshmallows
you tell
tall stories


leaking tent –
my child sleeps


thoseblueshoescoverThose Blue Shoes for ages 7-11 … Weston’s … skill in juggling time past with time present … the plot unfolds with fast-paced action, mystery, suspense and even a ghost. Joan Givner

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Lunar Questions

Stars last week and the moon this: the Summer Solstice is almost here. The earth turns and the moon turns around us, full, half, quarter, and everything in between. It’s the inspiration for love, astrology, and continual mystery, even though the dark side has been seen and people have walked on it …



shall I ask the moon
to rise morning by morning               IMG_6734
and lend extra light
to our days?

should I command her to sink
under a neap tide
while the cow jumps higher
than we can throw spoons?

would you paint her
weeping for earth
or rising high and full
over Berkeley Square?

we will pluck silver apples
whose shapes and shadows fuse
in the pale flush
of our lunatic sky


an earlier version appeared in Ken*Again


summerfathercoverA Summer Father … terse, imagistic lines; … It’s not nostalgia that we experience but quiet, poignant grief. Richard Stevenson

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Stars are Forever

On a clear night, beyond city limits, stars shine as beacons of hope.
They take us to the furthest dream; we catch them in our eyes, linger to sing with them …



is the longest word

and stars
like bright nouns
shine continually

I sing to these
radiant periods
of eternity


A Summer Father … Here is poetry … interweaving images culled from a wartime childhood with bittersweet memories of a “summer father”. Lynda Monahan

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The full, heavy, heads of lilac weigh down the branches,
bending under rain, lifting in sunlight. I love the scent of the flowers, and this poem is a rondeau …



where lilac leans its purple weight,         IMG_1601 5.15.07 white
honey-seeking bees congregate,
lured by the colour and the scent,
where desired sweetness is present
among stems darkly foliate.

lovers too reach to contemplate
the turn to summer’s delicate
and fragrant floral ravishment
where lilac leans.

they watch the flowers radiate
this richly scented advocate
as end to winter’s discontent,
leading to a presentiment
that life and love will still create
where lilac leans.

first published in Mused online


summerfathercoverA Summer Father … poems as deceptively simple and cunning as a sniper’s bullet. This book is a Remembrance Day poppy. Dave Margoshes

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Over the Edge

Sometimes I want to run wild, rocket down highways on roller-blades,
dance on rainbows, eat a whole bag of chocolates, throw snow-balls
in summer … just have crazy fun …


OVER THE EDGE                 

daisies lean over
the edge of the world
and scotch thistles blow out

I lace fir-cones
under my shoes
that I may run
with you
on sunbeams


willow treegirl8The Willow Tree Girl “… perfect for children in the 7-11-year-old bracket who love to read. …The characters are life-like and the plot intriguing …” Elizabeth Symon. Find it at Smashwords

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Varied Journeys

It’s our anniversary today. It’ll be a quiet celebration, heart-felt just the same. We’re together and that’s what counts. I wrote this poem for our fortieth and it still holds true …



how far did we promise?                          76 May 20, 1967
from city to country town
to wild overseas adventures –
how many songs did we pledge?

did we trade rings and glasses
for a valley of marmots
before champagne and children
with a missing pair of shoes?

or was it an incense of prayers
mixed with dawn milking and skates?
do you remember the length of the vow
and how it soars on a spinnaker wind?

all I believe is the speaking
and the chorus of years that we travel


published in Lucid


willow treegirl8The Willow Tree Girl “… perfect for children in the 7-11-year-old bracket who love to read. …The characters are life-like and the plot intriguing …” Elizabeth Symon. Find it at Smashwords

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