Old Boxes – A Poem

Old Boxes

The lid was crushed
just like the box
that had held my dolly
that Christmas.
The one
you know
Rudolph stepped on.

The lid was crushed
but everything inside
was still safe.
Even some parts of
some long ago me
the lid was crushed.


Silken Promises

I wrote this for this week’s   Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle     100 words  (or so)  based on the photo prompt below.  Come join us!

Silken Promises

Dear Odzy Love,

You’re not gone a day and a line of suitors beckons at my door. Fear not, my sweet lover man, I shall spend my days weaving some silk threads into a bookmark. Perhaps it can mark the moment we promised each other forever.

I mean – really – if Penelope could weave and unweave for 20 years, I can certainly pretend to weave while you are away these three days.



PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Madison Woods

Birds Don’t Like Earthquakes & Neither Do I !!


our sweet birds

3AM or so this morning:  loud tweeting comes from the living room where the birds are in their cage for the night  They were much too upset to let out the cage.  They may have injured themselves.  We figured it was a small earthquake.  After half an hour, they calmed down and we went back to bed.  Maybe they were still feeling aftershocks because they fretted for an hour or so after that even.

3PM or so this afternoon:  I’m reading the news.  Yikes!  At about 3AM, there was a 6.0 earthquake about 90 miles north or here that was felt 200 miles south.  Oh my good gawd!  We didn’t feel it but the birds did.  They pick up on the slightest shaking of their sleeping cage.  Sigh.

It happened in Napa – in the wine country.  100 or so injuries and property damage.  Looks like some brick facades fell off some of the historic buildings.  Insides of some homes look pretty shaken up.  Broken barrels of wine and bottles of shattered wine.

UC Berkeley is bragging about their earthquake warning device giving a 10 second warning of ‘light shaking’.10 SECONDS!  You say that’s better than nothing and better than in the past. Oh well.  Yay!  I guess :(

I’m very thankful that this wasn’t worse than it could have been.  Still and all…at least, in New Orleans, we knew days in advance that a hurricane was approaching.  Time to decide what to do or not to do, etc.  I don’t consider 10 seconds a warning and that’s one reason I don’t like living in California!  So there!


The Old Guard – A Poem

The Old Guard

He left
life held more
and lived a long time
waiting for
that more.

She let go
life held more
and lived a long time
what that more was.

They tenderly guard
the other side
out of respect
for either side.
That’s just the way they are
more or less.


Sacred Circles – A Poem

Sacred Circles

When the elders die
all they touched becomes sacred.
Circle round their spirit.
Amen we say,
a long rich life was lived.

When the elders die
unable to afford
the least that would ascertain life,
Amen we say.
Amen we blindly say
a long rich life was lived.

Until it is
when the elders lived
round the circle spirit
dance with them.