To churn is to change, our life re-arrange. Like butter from cream, to rise from a dream. A process profound, turns our lives upside-down. To change is to churn ~ one-way ticket; no return. ~*~ When we make desired changes in our lives or take steps to live a dream we often forget that for … More No Return
I am a work in progress. The canvas of my life Stretches across the easel Of time, anticipating each nurturing Brush stroke by the Masterful Artist. I am a landscape ~ An ever-unfolding vista of colours, And shapes and light. The shadows of clouds Float in, and out, Dispersed by bright sunshine, Irreverent and true. … More Masterpiece
Sssslithering, ssssliding, sssslinking ’round tox-ssssick tree. Shiny apple offered; foe friendship ~ flattering, falsssse. Forked tongue a twissssted tale teller. Laden with loathssssome liessss; sssserpent’s sssseditious charm. Shedding sssscum-sssscaled faux-ssssparkle sssskin, bedazzling innocentssss to wanton, wicked wayssss. Sssstrike! Hsssssssssssssssssssssssssss …. ~*~ Early last year I wrote a series of 14 poems prompted by a prolonged … More Viper
Shakespeare June 23, 2001-November 21, 2017 ~*~ Dearly Beloved Dedicated to those loved and lost Dearly beloved … How can you have gone? One minute living your life, The next ~ no life to live And in my life A gaping, lifeless, dark hole Where once shone your living light. Oh, how I miss … More Dearly Beloved
When I was a little girl, I loved to hear the family stories my Scottish granny, Alice Gordon, would share of her parents swapping the civilized life of gentry in Glasgow for the pioneering life of the wilds of northern Alberta in the 1920s. A family of nine stepping into the unknown to start anew … More Lest We Forget …
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? ~*~ “Matyas, what are you doing?” “Playing Liszt on a sad, old piano,” replied Matyas as he fumbled over the bass clef of an abandoned piano. “But, we are in the midst of battle.” “I play anyway.” He culled from memory the patterns of finger play…
Don’t over think this, I tell myself while contemplating a response to my niece’s inquiry about my taste in music. Amy’s 12 and at an age where she’s developing her taste for many things, music being one of them. “Well?” Amy waits not so patiently at the wobbly kitchen table, one hand dipping into a freshly made … More A Taste of Music
A little solitude. Yes, that would be a fine thing. Time to myself. Time to meditate; to day dream and, perchance, to rest. Hmmmm … a fine thing, indeed. And I suppose, as I watch my 12-year-old niece, Amy, snuggling with Max the big orange and white tabby who’s basking in the sun by the … More Solitude is Your Friend
“Would you read something to me before we turn out the light,” asks my sleepy niece, Amy, as I tuck her into bed. “Please.” With her parents off on a well-deserved long weekend, Amy’s pulling an all-nighter at our house, something which doesn’t happen often, but which she loves because it means she can help out with the horses in … More Bedtime Story
~*~ “Matyas, what are you doing?” “Playing Liszt on a sad, old piano,” replied Matyas as he fumbled over the bass clef of an abandoned, battle-bruised upright. “But, we are in the midst of battle.” “I play anyway.” He culled from memory the patterns of finger play for the opening bars of the Hungarian Rhapsody. His lately unpracticed, … More Buying Time
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