brown eyes, button nose
blue kerchief around your neck
you make Mommy smile
7 Eleven
Seven random images posted the 11th of each month…
1. Wine Man Profile Times Two

2. Bike Trail

3. “Move your head. I can’t see the TV.”

4. Snow Dust

5. Whispers the Wind

6. The Line-up

7. Smoke Gets in Your Eyes

Simple Sunday
This day, she be a good one.
Drawing the blinds that face our world, lovely snow lightly falling delighted my morning ritual of let-out-the-dog. So still, so serene.
Husband made me a hot, yummy bowl of Coco Wheat cereal. A throw-back to years earlier when my son was small and our break-the-fast routine included Malt O’Meal, instant oatmeal and Cream of Wheat. It tasted pretty darn good this morning.
While Bill tended to work-work To Do items in his make-shift basement office, Coco and I suited up for a walk in our Iowa Winter Wonderland. Earlier this week, when the temps hovered just above zero and the winds were a-howlin’, we’d done the same although for relatively briefer forays. Still, it had felt good to get outdoors, escaping the Cabin Fever mentality that had begun to consume me of late. Today, however, though dreary and overcast, the weather is milder, accentuated with all that brilliant virgin whiteness. We managed a decent forty minutes. Bogged down in heavy cold-weather outerwear and clunky boots, it was a bit of a workout trudging through all those uncleared sidewalks, with snow several inches deep. Tiring but exhilarating nonetheless.
On our return, hubby was clearing the snow from our sidewalks and driveway. I let Coco out into the enclosed backyard while I released myself from my now damp and confining boots and garments. Coco’s face, thoroughly encrusted with snow, peered in at me through our huge living room windows, cute and as adorable as ever. Time now to let him in and wipe him down of all that snow.
A little later, I tweaked a poem I’d written a few weeks earlier and posted here on my blog. Pleased with what I’d written, I turned to thoughts of cozy comfort and made myself a hot cuppa tea and curled up with a wonderful book about a woman who ran the Iditarod in 2003 and 2005, an inspiring and delightful read. Sitting there, with Coco snuggled next to me, I was struck by the realization of what a simple but wonderful day it’s been thus far.
The smallest of pleasantries often provide the largest satisfactions and so I wanted to share that with you. May you all have yourselves your own simple, wonderful Sunday!
I Draw My Pain-Body
From Eckhart Tolle’s The Power of Now, the pain-body is “a negative energy field that can take us over, that feeds on our pain and wants our pain to continue and increase.” ~ Ordinary Genius, A Guide for the Poet Within by Kim Addonizio
i draw my pain-body
i have defined it.
two distinct, indigestible flavors:
the Yawn and a Cheshire cat
Yawn: noun and verb
a bored reaction or manifestation
gracing the countenance of
familial females
i am dull, tedious
frequently glossed over
seldom heard
Cheshire cat: noun, fictional character
smug & serene
it sees, it knows, it adjudicates my crimes
its mischievous grin
mocks and flays me
what were you thinking
you stupid, stupid girl
i know what they look like
these inner wanderers
they walk the footpaths of memory
they spread doubt and reproach
six sailor dresses come spring
our inauthentic sisterhood
absence of nurture
absence of bonds
unrepentant enemies of an unstable childhood
grown into bewildered womanhood
these arbiters of conscience and action
now sprung to life
now, malodorous memes
exposed as they now are, i will adapt
seek recourse in myself
remove from them the power
they’ve held over me for far too long
Puppy Haiku, Revisited
those sweet-copper curls
spindly legs splayed in the sun
each exhale a charm
the glare from above
June bug on the garage floor at midnight
upended
legs flailing
disorientated from its world
silly with confusion
i am that June bug
that is my world
Haiku, Deep Freeze Edition
polar icecaps melt
frigid arctic blasts unload
we await spring blooms
Winter Constitutional
Puppy tears through the deep powder
like a tractor-puller at the county fair.
my snow pants, Columbia Titanium, ear muffs and thick boots
enable me to not mind one little bit.
running in his wake
I’m laughing all the way….
7 Eleven
Seven random images posted the 11th of each month…
1. On the Boardwalk

2. Sunroom in B&W

3. Yellow

4. Duly Noted

5. Courage

6. Posted

7. BFF

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