Awesome 2-hour interview with Chuck Palahnuick. Must watch for all writers. The guy is amazing.
Falling
Just a bit of poetry to ease into the week….
Calm…
Guess I’m feeling nostalgic…poetry from my aka Sarah Flanigan days…
And now for some Rod McKuen…
Mothers & Daughters
Love each other to their very souls
Argue, fight, cry, and refuse to forgive
Hate springing from love
Defiance of wills
Both want to be the woman of the house
But one must lose
For the other to win
But neither wins
Because they are a part
Of each other
They must come back
Together or it all remains broken
And it can take years
To find the glue that can mend
Those broken pieces back
Into the whole they were always
Meant to be
And those years can be
So lonely
So dark
So sad
And when you’re not looking
You see a part of her
In you
A hand flutter
A shrug of the shoulder
A sudden laugh or gasp
You hear yourself
Say something
And you sound just like
Your mother
Gasp. No, not that
I am me, not her
But later you don’t mind
Not so much
You’re okay with the fact
That you love cooking
Because she taught you
That you love flowers
Because she showed you
That you love to read
Because she bought you books
And just because you’re a grown up woman
Doesn’t mean you don’t need her arms
To hold you
To comfort you
To tell you it’ll be all right
That she was your first person
Your first emissary into the world
That she knew you before you were born
That she grew you in her garden
And when you look at her
It’s with her eyes
Mothers and daughters
Complicated, crazy and yet so easy
So basic, so simple, so real
You’re just a part of her
And now you know
That that is how it is meant to be
That when you look into your own eyes
You look into hers
When you dig into dirt
It’s her hands that help you
And finally, being just like your mother is what you want to be.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom
copyright 2015
Once Upon a Time – Theme Friday
Once upon a time a thousand hurts clung to me.
My cloak of pain stooped low my shoulders and endured the weight of velvet yards
In a dream of deep-filled space I floated
And the moonlight sparkled my hurts in magnificent refraction
Revealing the beauty of jealousy, confusion, fear, and sorrow.
Exquisite the dream that showed me the breadth and depth of each with such clarity.
So I could know the five senses of each and watch them shimmer to dissipation of particulate light. Scattering to the stars to find a home.
One by one I set them free until the cape was no more and iridescent wings fluttered in emergence. And the stars grew nearer and fluttering wings sounded around me…
I knew again my own heartbeat and heard the silence of my own thoughts.
And.
I was free.
Copyright 2010
Christine’s and Clancy’s once upon a time…
Symbol – Theme Friday
There are no magic signs 
or Autumn season 
of the mystery 
of the cross of Christ 
And the queen of the heavens 
offers no place for sleeping angels 
A human being can 
change or transform her life
and with courage and daring
choose between good and evil
Keep inside
jealousy and sorrow 
and know the danger signs
that lead to
a life of
sky obscured
that makes a mirage of the soul
that is not safe for strangers
(Do not take this road
bad tempered people live here
)
We have already been (t)here 
Wearing the bright prospect
of
faith, hope and love
can be the genesis 
of
Heaven and happiness
Where creativity 
and
good fortune
is divine power 
and
the elixir of life
Here, there are friends
and calm
for ordinary angels
Copyright 2010
Irish Blessing
Good Sunday morning to you. A friend sent me this Irish Blessing and I wanted to share it. A great way to start the day if you ask me. Have a good one.
W.C.
Rainbow – Theme Friday
Walking on sunshine, riding a rainbow the tree of my yesterday showed me the way. Dreamy dreams and wild imaginings of heroes and gold passing the days.
Endless blue, benevolent sun freckled my arms and took me away. From petulant parents, squabbling siblings, nosy mcNosies and reality’s sway.
Sing me a rainbow
bathe me in hope
conjure a story
that no one has told
find a venue that offers me cope
Time isn’t ticking
as rainbows ride high
life is a mystery
with clouds passing by
copyright 2010
Where is Christine riding her rainbow?
Fallow – Theme Friday
The earth lay fallow
and waiting
rich in its welcome
Loamy and new
The death swept away
Embrace open to sun
thirsting for water
Aching to grow
and birth rich bounty
A maiden who whisper
to stars and
worships the moon
A canvas blank
impatient to erupt in color
and bloom
And I, with seed
and with shovel
oblige the sweet earth
to fulfill its destiny
copyright 2009
Anita Rodgers Mystery Writer 