That crazed girl improvising her music. Her poetry, dancing upon the shore, Her soul in division from itself Climbing, falling She knew not where — “A Crazed Girl”, William Butler Yeats Soul in division from itself… I can relate. To return to sanity and wholeness I’m digging in dirt, listening to birdsong, and walking. Ahhhh,…
Not too much to report on outdoor activity. The only aerobics I’ve done lately is to rush from my warm car to a warm building and some short sprints on my elliptical while catching up on the latest Grey’s Anatomy and Fringe episodes, that I watch on my tiny laptop screen. Unfortunately, I’m not like…
Give Me a Break Exhaustion Drips off me Puddling Onto the floor Another mess To clean up This is not a literal poem as you might be thinking. There have been no puppy accidents for at least two days. She’s getting much better at not peeing in the house and she hasn’t pooped in the…
Saturday night I flew swiftly from a deep sleep into a wide-eyed sitting position. A gasp of air, a desperate swallow to make sure I still could. I’d been dreaming. And in the dream something had frightened me, and with a sharp intake of air, I swallowed something large and oval. A rock? I don’t…
Release Deep breath in Exhale Open the door Home Greeted by A box of chirps Beaks upturned And two adoring Tail waggers Fur under hand I see a better me In their eyes Whimpering Energetic love Shoulders drop A notch Dogs perform Backyard dash and dump While I pirouette Into a costume change Jeans? Sneakers?…
Solo Trail Ride Squeeking of leather Calling of birds Riding in the woods It’s too purty for words. Just me and my horse Ambling along. It’s such a wonderful feeling Wanna break out in song. I found a melody In the beating of hooves As my troubles drift off And over tree roofs. – Mary…
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Nice to see the Brew Babies and enjoy your poem…
Latte looks so big in that picture! Now I need hot chocolate…..
I want to hold Latte and just feel the warmth of her sturdy little body. Nice post Maery:-)
Oh man, just missing the sunsets has been the story of my week! The sun doesn’t wait for those who are late!!!!
I enjoyed your poetry and photos!
Sounds like a perfectly beautiful wet autumn day. Love your sweet pups!
Wonderful post..love seeing the dogs 🙂