Prairie Bound

I shall return after the 29th. Maybe there'll be an occasional blog post or two, time permitting, but I make no promises. Happy Thanksgiving y'all!

Closet Revisited

Revisiting closet

inspecting closely

apparel hiding

behind turtlenecks,

tees, denim

finding dress

you know

the one

THAT one

never worn

boldly crimson

once intimidating

now enticing

tags snipped

garment released

from threat

of possible

probable return

had not

internal battle

been waged

and won

slipping on

fitting perfectly

feeling sexy

wearing truth

of authentic self

Copyright 2011
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Back in April of 2010 I wrote an original 55 word poem regarding choosing between wearing a hot, spicy red dress or something comfortable, familiar, with the least risk. In that poem, the subject chose, most likely out of fear of the unknown, what she always wore. Fast forward and you presently find our subject stepping out from her old ways into the bright, bold, woman she was always meant to be.

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Two, two...two memes in one!
It's an "Alphabe-Thursday-Friday-55" mash up!

A Haiku and Miscellaneous Musings

(Image courtesy of Google Images)

Morning's grace

upon winds of change

heron glides

Daytime storms

shelter found in faith

heron rests

Mercy reigns

refining, cleansing

heron soars

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Early this morning, as I was leaving the house, our occasional visitor, a great blue heron, was gliding in the air above a nearby pond. Whenever I see him/her I am always reminded of God's majesty. Today was also host to some pretty stormy weather. These events were on my mind as I attempted to experiment with a "3-5-3" contemporary haiku format. Needs some work, although I am finding this a wonderful new writing challenge.

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Guess what?!

My business cards came in. It's official. I am now a bona fide "Writer/Poet/Artist"

It must be true...my business card says so!

My hope is to work on an inventory this winter and be able to open up an Etsy shop by spring. I've already had a couple of clients interested in some commission work. I so appreciate the validation because I have the tendency of being my own worst critic.

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I'm taking another blog break over Thanksgiving week. Be on the lookout for a really cool give-away upon my return. I promise...no crazy rules or jumping through hoops. A simple, straight forward give-away. It will make a wonderful gift for someone you love or for yourself. Really. Just you wait...you'll be glad you did!

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I am penning this late at night and it is past my bedtime. I require much slumber because, as you all well know, my dreams can be exhausting! Good night!

Sunday 160: Wayward Strays

strands of hair

growing ‘neath my tongue

unnoticed ‘til now

plucking is impossible

roots buried deep

acceptance only choice

I braid to keep

stray strands in check

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My contribution to Monkey Man's Sunday 160.

where one writes a story in 160 characters total (including spaces). 

The strange poem above is based upon last night's dream. 

MIA

Yes...that's me!

Missing in action.

I've been taking care of a little "wheezer" these past few days. Poor Munchie Boy...he doesn't even have asthma! And he's now on prednisone and 'round the clock breathing treatments. Fortunately, he knows what to. After all, he's grown up in his sister's asthmatic shadow these so many years.

Anyway...bear with me and my blog.

I'll be back.

Sometime.

Hopefully soon.

Flash Friday 55: Sexual Assault

In one hour of prime time television I was assaulted with: 

exploits of getting laid,

indiscriminate sex,

“vagina beds”,  

learning all about a roommate’s penis,

and the 10 year search for a gal in a “slutty” pumpkin costume.

Seriously?

Is this what network TV has become?

Makes the political campaign season seem clean by comparison.

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A is for Avenue

The Avenue

White clapboard house, nightlight burning: 

elder couple stockpiling canned goods 

for impending wars, real or imagined, 

disappearing behind drawn curtains, hiding from hope

Brick bungalow, green tiled roof 

ghostly visitations, nightly apparitions 

appearing in twisted dreams of tormented child 

when Ouija board is played

Single story house, yard of dirt

filled muddied toddlers, urine soaked diapers

young mother earning wages

providing day care by television

Brick house, occupied by “Born Again” fanatics 

preaching “Good News” to all passers by... 

children know different, seeing Devilish signs

in dark marks upon the young one’s flesh 

Three story green house, full of secrets

where big dogs roam and shit throughout

yard too small, family too big, ignoring crap 

what is not seen, or discussed, is simply not there

Yellow house with stone porch

Grandpa enjoys walking around in underwear

calling out to children at play to come play games 

while Grandma’s away (shhhh, don't tell)

Red house, large back yard with climbing tree

Little old ladies, within, caring for the neighborhood

providing pink candies and respite

for those hiding from demons

Beige house, a porch swing to share

while the wise witch whispers gently

healing spells of love and kindness

for lost little girl visiting daily

Copyright 2011-all rights reserved

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