Day 12, NaPoWriMo

Posted on April 12, 2016 by Mary Beth Frezon

Catching a glimpse of perfection flying
seeing there in the child everything good.
The mundane seems lighter knowing the good,
looking for average, finding sacred.
That’s the halo, that it glints on a slant
and then disappears again, leaving just a hope –
faith with the knowledge that it was. It was
and it can be again. Or it is always,
invisible, catching you unawares
with the glowing of beyond our knowing.
Demanding more, we force the light to flee
this lie, this notion of great to greater.
A child in ordinary play looks up
to smile at you with her cherubic lips.

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Day 11, NaPoWriMo

Posted on April 11, 2016 by Mary Beth Frezon

A day begun with an extra hour sleep
grey and cold and furnace already off
the cats past patience, waiting for breakfast
get mail, grind coffee, put water to boil,
feed the cats, both of them, bump the heat.
sweater, fleece, and socks. make the coffee.
toaster counts the minutes. Pour the first cup.
Butter the toast, stir the coffee,
settle in to read the news of the day.
the rain comes down in cold and silver drops
hesitating at the end of branches
before they plummet to the April mud.
A good day to stay in bed perhaps if
not for a second cup waiting for me.

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Alternative recycling

Posted on April 11, 2016 by Mary Beth Frezon

These seem to work better than those little Bernina sheaths. Just sayin’.

  

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The laughter of streams by the Cuillins of home

Posted on April 10, 2016 by Mary Beth Frezon

Far away seaward my green land, my youth land
Far away seaward the Cuillins of home
While here in my dreamtide I’m hearing hill waters
The laughter of streams by the Cuillins of home

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Day Ten, NaPoWriMo

Posted on April 10, 2016 by Mary Beth Frezon

A couple iterations of this so far

This morning, travel to your destiny
the straight highway, the winding road unknown.
Of those who surround you, some companions,
others hurtle unknowing toward their fates
coming to a rest wherever they land.
Watching the signs roll by, take the right one,
merging into the journey ongoing.
Unexpected problems may stop the flow
progress-slowing detours bringing new views,
meandering, offering shiny quests
before returning, weary, no regret,
hear the siren song of coffee beckon
Pull up to the resting place which awaits.
Walk with boldness to meet the day ahead.

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