Where Did She Go?

Friends come and go in life, we’re close for a while then either one moves away or we go in different directions and barely keep in touch. I guess it happens to us all, but there’s often a sadness, a sense of loss …

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WHERE DID SHE GO?

her name the broken thread                                     034 11.20.
of a spider’s web catching sunlight
as it swings in the breeze

memory of her lingers
like the smell of morning coffee
when we paused to open poetry
and toss it mouth to mouth
through a maze of conversation

now distance between us is wider
than a spider could attain
her name an occasional raindrop

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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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Baby senryu

Children, whether babies or toddlers, are a delight. I’ve had time with grandchildren recently, and I’m remembering them as they used to be – they’re older and bigger now …

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up and down stairs
over and over again                                      IMG_9889..4.26.13.blog..stairs down
baby monitor

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early dusk –
baby too tired
to sleep

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IMG_0234 Luke & spacea child’s
laughter
spring wind

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the second senryu was published by Daily Haiku

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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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Comes Spring

There’s all the beauty of Spring, clear blue skies, brilliant flowers that we’ve longed to see, and then there’s the other side. We become aware, at least I do, of the half-hidden litter by roadsides, fences forgotten over winter  …

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COMES SPRING

brown blurs into green                                058..4.13.12.blog..
fantasias colour bloom
along pathways witched wreathed
beneath rotting billboards

comes wild presence
tresses tangled
azure emerald on shoulders
flowers blade stretch
around broken fences

grasses linger lips cheeks
touch palms beyond
root spear upward
riotous fertility
over logged hillsides

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

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Out and Back

I submit poems to multitudinous journals and e-zines. Many are accepted, for which I am very grateful, but many are returned, poor spurned poems …

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OUT AND BACK

a sonnet circles my desk                                        201
on cautious feet

I let the poem out
fed and stroked

it sidles close to
a flu-ridden editor

who sneezes it
out the door

to hurtle home
howling rejection

to a subdued welcome
and great affection

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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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Imbroglio

One of those weeks when I live in a total fog:  I think Monday is Tuesday, put something in a ‘safe’ place (i.e. can’t find it), forget the grocery list, put a sweater on backwards … does everyone have weeks like this?

IMBROGLIO

mix-ups jumble disorder                           013.blog.1.20.15.
plunder puzzles
scramble confusion
until all fall foul
of lucidity

addled pates resound
with dismayed bewilderment
incoherent where anarchy
runs amok over hill
untidy dale        cities
disorientated with strikes
diners serving hash
commuter complexities
convoluted by refusals
to sabotage chaos

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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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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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Street senryu

The kaleidoscope of activity on the streets of any city are a perpetual wonder and puzzlement. People cut in and out of traffic, jay-walk (guilty as charged). They sleep in bus-shelters, doorways, under bridges, on vents. They take chances … with clothes and with traffic …

023night shelter –                                           France 2011 515 narrow crowded street
a family’s new fridge
came in a cardboard box

 

his shorts
hang low –
my held breath

 

IMG_5781 coming into SLSthe cyclist overtakes
on the bend …
statistics

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

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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Old Couple

Valentine’s Day coming up and, being caught in flight delays just after Christmas, I had time to watch people. There was one ‘junior elderly’ couple that delighted me, they’d clearly been together for many years …

OLD COUPLE

you have heard his jokes                                    001..1.11.15.
eighty times over
and laughed first last and ever

you have warmed her feet
night after sixty winters

you know the curve of back
and length of thigh
from silk to wrinkle

003..1.11.15.each to each
you are twined about
one house one heart
complete

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first published in People’s Poetry Letter

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The Willow Tree Girl for ages 7-11 … Weston doesn’t miss a beat as she untangles past and present, ghosts, missing treasure, and her heroine’s longing for success.

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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