Poetry Thursday

I live in an area called "The Motherlode" which is rich in California history. The motherlode is a country life full of rivers, lakes and streams. Gold miners struck it rich here.

I read about a book of poetry in the motherlode newsletter that was a compilation of poetry and prose of the motherlode and sierra. I had to have it and finally found a copy yesterday. This one jumped out at me right away.



"I am one of you," the poet called back,
though he was dressed like the wind,
though he looked like
a waterfall."
Mary Oliver

NATURAL DISASTERS

Nobody could figure out what I was
for Halloween.
I wanted to say Poet, though I didn't;
I was a waterfall.

I'm Lying.
I was a tsunami.
Later, I read a poem
saying orgasms were tidal waves-women's.

I just wanted to be a natural disaster.
When I told Daryl about the costume
as we canoed the boundary waters'
rainy lakes, he said:

You weren't a natural disaster; you were a natural process.
He's an ecologist.
His comment flushed me with ire.
Who wants to be a process for Halloween?

My companions dressed as a wildfire and a tornado;
we were a triumvirate;
forces of heat and wind and water
--we were disasters.

As for Daryl: Kissing him was a natural process.
How else could we have canoed together, how else could our storm-
battered bodies have brushed against each other at night;
no forces to hold back the tides?

By Andrea Ross from the book Manzanita.

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Self Portrait Challenge- "Imperfections"

Procrastinator is an imperfection that is so ingrained into the fabric of my life that I don't even try and change it. When I was a girl, if mom gave me a list of chores I always completed the list however it was usually in warp drive 15 minutes before she got home. In high school I NEVER did a report early and I always studied the night before a test, or even the morning of. My grades were just good enough to retain my cheerleader status with the folks. . . priorities!

I stayed in my first marriage way too long and kept putting off moving up the corporate ladder. I succeeded at both, but due to my procrastination I wasted valuable time I would come to need. I will come up with the lamest excuses as to why I can't workout, drink more fluids or eat during the day. I put off taking my pills until I have forgotten them altogether. I let my hair get really long and grey before I'll get it cut and colored. I could go on and on but you get the picture. That's just me!

In blogging I do each post the day it's due and that is why I'm not a great poet/ writer, but this is my 200th post since November 2005. Not too shabby for a one finger gal who never wrote a creative word until 2005 :) I even signed up to write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days. LOL Now that will take a lot of persistence over procrastination!

One Deep Breath- "Countryside"

Fields in Autumn
beautiful in its vastness
wondrous sight to see.









Clouds
float
softly
gentle rain
to cleanse earth's soil
heartland's bounty given respite.




Black, brown or spotted
God's gentle giants relax
across countryside.





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Friday Favorites

This is my blog station with my favorite things. A Mary Oliver book, a current book called Marley & Me, beef jerky and the best gift ever, my digital picture frame. It displays a slide show of all my pictures while playing my favorite tunes. It's the best!
Every Thursday is "TK Thursday" and I got to see his Halloween costume last Thursday. This Thursday he finally fit in a bear velour sweat suit I bought him before he was born. He's 9mos and the outfit is 3-6 mos. He has short little legs :) Both at Wal-Mart. Fridays I check out all the pictures I've taken. LOL
It has little bears on the feet too!
Puppies always make me smile :)
A funny for the weekend :) Have a great one!

Poetry Thursday- "Body"

My gramy is
full of funny faces,
smiles and kisses.

She's soft and squishy
and knows my tickle
places.

I crawl and I climb
making her laugh
with praise.

I love my visits
with gramy cuz
she loves to play.

Self Portrait Challenge- "Imperfections"

This month's challenge is way too easy for me so I promise to be more creative in the coming weeks. I need to rack my brain on how to photograph procrastination and being too analytical :) This is my entry but I have added the next two just to explain "See Through Hands"

Loss of muscle is hard to show but I find it fascinating in my hands. I have a good grip but I have no pinchers. If you feel the muscle pad between your pointer and your thumb you can feel the muscle. In my hands you can't feel much muscle so it is odd to me I can still grip. So why I can drive a car but pulling up my pants or zipping a jacket is tough? It's a mystery to me:) My tongue muscles are also shrinking and that's why I speak with a margarita accent. When you look at my tongue it looks like it is full of Mexican jumping beans and kids think it's the coolest thing. When muscles shrink they do a rumba on their way out! That does not photograph well :(

I use left pointer to shift and middle finger to type. Blogger needs to work out their kinks because I'm having to put my ID & password on most of my comments not to mention wiping them off altogether...grrrr. I try and say what I think but if you get a short comment my muscles have begun a revolt! I wish I could respond to everyone in a timely fashion but I eventually catch up :)

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One Deep Breath- "Books"

Books are my escape
voyeur in another world
relaxing travel