M — NaPoWriMo

Posted on April 15, 2015 by Mary Beth Frezon

Majestic, always
the mere sight of it stirring
a feeling most pure.

Majestic, the view
catches your breath and flings it
into the chasm

Once majestic, now
shop-worn but tipped in glory
hinting at the past.

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NaPoWriMo — Almost mid-April

Posted on April 14, 2015 by Mary Beth Frezon

Maybe my brain is too full of the wonderful Ted Kooser but it was tough writing anything down. I did the ‘L’ haiku and then I started about three things which ended mid-phrase. Bleah. So here’s a short poem just to tide us both over until tomorrow.

This crazy quest I’m on,
When did I stand to say yes?
Regardless, I must have,
must have at least whispered,
maybe only to my own heart.
Yes. I say yes, if only in my head.
So here I go, on a crazy quest.
When all is over and I’m home
safe at my own door ,
I’ll tell the tale,
how one day, I set out…

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L — NaPoWriMo

Posted on April 14, 2015 by Mary Beth Frezon

Lady please, please feed us.
It’s morning and we’re hungry
oh. sorry. It’s still dark.

Lady. We are cats.
And, as you know, you are not.
But we still love you.

Lady. A request…
You’re taking up the whole bed
We need more room.

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Making my day with ECD

Posted on April 14, 2015 by Mary Beth Frezon

That would be English Country Dance. This link was posted to the English Country Dance email list as an example of how “zesty” ECD can be and it really made my morning.

The other link posted was from a Berea performance of Chelsea Reach which also made my heart sing a bit – I could hear my early dance teacher Penelope’s voice in my head reminding me about that last corner lead out, LOL.

As a bonus – An example of an Americaan Running Set

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Lady..

Posted on April 14, 2015 by Mary Beth Frezon

But lady, you have one job… Just one job… We’re waiting for breakfast. 

 

 

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