Monday, 22 May 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday is brought to us by Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border. (you can find her in my sidebar)   Why not join in...write, read, critique, share your ideas and opinions.   Always room for one more.  It's free, it's fun....what could be better?

Here we go:

No Fool's Gold

The dandelion is a pest,
putting gardeners to the test.
All summer long there is no rest,
as we strive to evict our uninvited guest.
Yet, there is one who thinks it’s best
when grandchildren, at her behest,
bring handfuls of the cheerful gold
and in her hands lay them to rest.
Then Midas, with all his gold,
a sultan with his jewels old,
are not so rich as she.

See...what did I tell you?  Fun!  It doesn't even have to rhyme or keep rhythm  .... just express yourself.

Thursday, 18 May 2017

A Long Weekend Ahead

We hare having some decent weather here in Southwestern Ontario Canada.  It's about bloody time.  Because it is lovely and I wish to spend as much time as possible outside in it even if I do sneeze myself right off my feet....because it is a long weekend coming up....because the kidlets will be coming and I have preparations to make....I will be AWOL once again until Monday and Poetry Monday.  Have a fantabulous long weekend if you celebrate such in your area of the world...enjoy the weather if you are having good weather.....relax......have fun.

Tuesday, 16 May 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

Words for Wednesday is a writing prompt designed to get us all creating.  This week the words can be found at Elephants Child (you can find her in my sidebar) and are as follows:
Agile, blast, cacophony, desire, eager, flirt
Ground, hidden, injury, jealous, kindness and lament

Here goes:

A cacophony of cheering and shouting rose from the crowd as, with a blast of the whistle and an agile swing up the steps, the engineer took his place at the controls, eager to flirt with the brute strength of the giant engine and with a desire to keep on schedule regardless of obstacles in his path.
The engine, a coal car and water tank, five passenger cars, a diner and a caboose made up the length of the behemoth standing, poised for action at the station.  Not a soul in the watching crowd but felt a twinge of jealousy of those fortunates already seated in the luxurious cars.

Miles down the track, a fox, injured and gone to ground lay hidden in the gorse by the tracks.  As the train rounded the first curve it stepped haltingly onto the tracks and turned terrified eyes toward the giant metal beast bearing down on it.   The engineer slammed on his brakes.  The cars jackknifed and swerved off the tracks.   There were no survivors that day.  In the jumble of steaming metal and broken bodies there was no mercy, no kindness.  In years to come the event would be recalled in song, The Lament Of Old 59.  No one remembered the fox.

Why not join in and have some fun.  Use the words any way you like or just use them for inspiration.  It's fun, it's free.....what could go wrong?

Monday, 15 May 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday was started by Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border.  (you can find her in my sidebar).  There are no rules to Poetry Monday except for posting your work on Monday (what else?).  Why not join in?  Your poem can be in any form and does not have to rhyme...just be an expression of your thoughts.  Simple right?  Write, read, critique, share your thoughts.  It's fun, it's free....what could go wrong?

the words drip
like rain on ice
the calcified surface
of the brain
taking root
in shallow soil
sending up new shoots
and falling
until the pen
clenched in stiffening fingers
can’t keep up
to the flow
backside glued to chair
I am reborn
by the power
of words
the demanding
power of words

Sunday, 14 May 2017


The weather outside is not frightful, in fact, it's quite delightful...but...for a few weeks in spring I am wretched as I deal with running, itchy, burning eyes, an itchy palate, a dripping nose, plugged sinuses and sneeze attacks.  It's only for two or three weeks...I am grateful it's not for the whole summer.  As soon as the tree pollen dies down I'll be just fine.  In the mean time, I'll get the ducts cleaned, get a new allergy filter installed in the furnace and keep the windows closed.  Aerius anyone?  Aaaachoooooo

Friday, 12 May 2017


That's me...AWOL for the weekend.  No, nothing fun...just a massive clean up and chuckin' out day or two or three.
Before I toddle off....A Happy Mothers Day to all who mother, regardless of gender.  I'll be back for Poetry Monday.

Tuesday, 9 May 2017

Using Wednesdays Words

Words for Wednesday is a series of writing prompts that appear like magic on (you guessed it) Wednesday.  This week the words are provided by Elephants Child. (you can find her in my sidebar)  Why not join in.  Use the words any way you's fun, it's free, what can go wrong, right?
If you do participate let us know in comments so we can drop in and read.
this weeks words are:  apple, balcony, catastrophe, deep, evil    and/or   fly, ghastly, heart, illuminate, jest.

Here we go:

A ghastly sin,
whispered the fly.
Don’t listen to the evil one.
Search deep, your heart.
Let the Light illuminate each and every part.
It was no jest,
that deep decree,
there WILL be a catastrophe.
Deb jolted awake with a start on her balcony.  “Well,” she murmured, “that was one warning that didn’t take.”  Without a second thought  she

swatted the fly buzzing over the bowl of apples on the table and selected a nice big red one for herself.

The Reason Our Weather Stinks

I would not be in the least surprised if we never get to sit on it this summer.  That's just our kind of luck.

The rabbit was totally unimpressed.

The little table we will use for a coffee table (assuming we ever get to use it) is one of a set my Dad made for us years ago.  The match to it remains in the basement.  One corner of it chewed off by, of all things, our cat.

Monday, 8 May 2017

Poetry Monday

Many thanks to Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border for bringing us Poetry Monday.  You can find her in my sidebar.  Join in with us.  Write, read, critique or offer your thoughts.  If you decide to write do let us know where your entry is so we can all enjoy your work.  There are no rules..just fun.
Here goes:
Setting The Stage

There is  a hush now.
The frantic pace of the day subsides.
The dying, slanted rays of evening
lead to dappled greys
and shadows blue
under the spreading trees.
Day flowers close
their tired eyes.
Night blooms lend their perfume
to the setting,
while, from the marshy fields
the orchestra of the night
tunes up.
Each deep bass note
 a cry for love.
The pale moon rides the clouds
watching as a shooting star
sheds its final brilliance
across the sky.
The vault of heaven
is sprinkled liberally with fiery diamonds.
A lone hunter asks the eternal question,
Who could close the curtains
against such romance?

Sunday, 7 May 2017

Winters Death Cry

has withdrawn
her frozen grip.
The cold, white hand
of death
has released the land. 
Though she try
to regain her grasp
Lady Winter must bow
to the sun
and lay her down to rest
in the cold, deep caverns
of her discontent.

The sun has won indeed and parts of Ontario are fighting floods resulting from melted snow and (what is it now?) four days of continuous rain.  It's my fault.  I ordered some new patio furniture and jinxed us all.  Sorry folks.

Friday, 5 May 2017

Is It Just Me?

The other day I watched as a mother and three children strolled down the sidewalk, coming home either from school or day care or both.  One child was in a wagon the mother pulled, the other two ran loose.  At the foot of my neighbours lawn they stopped.  The two children on foot proceeded to gather handfuls of grape hyacinth from my neighbours yard and present them to their mother who stood looking on with a beaming smile as her children vandalised someone else's property.
This bothers me.
Is it just me or are parents not teaching their children respect for other people's property these days?
Am I over reacting to the situation?
Does it matter?
Do today's young adults have such a sense of entitlement  they feel everything should be theirs and it's all right to take what they want?
What's next?  If they want your car or your house will they just help themselves to that as well? it just me?
If I had pulled a stunt like that when I was a youngster my arse end would have been burning for a week.

Thursday, 4 May 2017

Just For The Procrastinating Donkey

These are photos of the John McCrae house in Guelph Ontario.....Colonel John McCrae wrote the poem In Flanders Fields that is recognised around the world.  He died of a combination of pneumonia and meningitis contracted through his work in the hospitals with the wounded and dying in 1918.

In the summer they hold 'teas' in the garden and regularly shepherd school children through the house showing them medals and other military objects related to the first world war.

Tuesday, 2 May 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

Wednesdays Words is a weekly writing prompt designed to jump start your creative juices.  This week the words are provided by Elephants Child (you can find her in my side bar).  Why not join in with us....create something or read some of the entries.  It's free it's fun..really...what could go wrong?
This weeks words are:
watch, limit, rush, luminous, dashing, quack
print, cactus, creep, shake, haircut, shadow

Here we go:

"Can you print me twelve copies of this photo John?  The composition of the luminous moon rising over the cactus in the desert is just enchanting.  I'm in a big rush for them.  Phil has been dashing around like a 'chicken with it's head cut off' the little creep.  I'd like to give him a good shake.  He keeps looking at his watch and giving me the hairy eyeball.  He's working me to a shadow.  Say, is there a limit on how many times a week we can have a rush order?"
"Margaret, if you don't sit still this haircut is going to be perfectly awful..all lopsided like a duck with a short leg.  I can't run the copier and give you a new 'do' if you don't stop squirming.  OMG, I've just poured Sexy Kitten Red hair dye into the toner cylinder.  I wonder what that's going to do to your photos?"

For the life of me I couldn' work 'quack' into the narrative.  I had to make do with a lopsided duck instead.

Monday, 1 May 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday was started by Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border.  You can find her in my sidebar.  WE are a small group so to have you join us.  Write some poetry or read some...critique or share your's free, it's can't go wrong...right????

Heart Beat

From the first heart beat
you were mine
for all time.
And when your tiny fingers
curled around mine,
when your downy head
rested against my breast,
my heart became yours.
You grew
and learned,
I aged
and realised how little I knew.
You flew the nest
and we both discovered
how to live without each other
in our daily lives.
But still,
when you hurt, I hurt;
when you cry, I shed a tear.
my stories are your stories now
and, when you feel
that first gentle heart beat
the circle will be complete.
You will lose your heart
and gain the world.