Sunday Solace: Week 29

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Saturday Shadorma

daily walk

her sign reads “homeless,

need money”

toothless smile

offer her water

which she takes and says thank you

~jone rush macculloch

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Poetry Friday: Remembering Birthdays

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Thank you, Linda at A Word Edgewise for hosting Poetry Friday this week.

I learned of the passing of my former husband back in June.  Grief grabs you in ways that I can’t explain.  I wasn’t prepared for how this news would affect me as we’d not seen each other in twenty-five plus years.  I shared my raw thoughts in this  SOL17 post (which I later found out was the same day he was laid to rest).  His passing has reconnected me with some important people of my past and that’s a good thing.

Today would have been his sixty-ninth birthday.  It’s funny how some dates stay with you no matter what.  My friend, Kelly, calls them griefaversaries.  For me writing is my way to process the sadness and loss.

I
place
flowers
on your grave
today’s your birthday
gone from this world, your soul at peace

© 2017, jone rush macculloch

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Wordless Wednesday: Week 29

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Sunday Solace: Week 28

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Saturday Shadorma: Morning Walk

walking time

before today’s heat

morning time

the stillness

while swallows dart here and there

sparrows trill from tree tops


©jone rush maculloch, 2017

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Poetry Friday: A Poem from Tricia Stohr-Hunt

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Thank you, Katie, at The Logonauts   for hosting Poetry Friday today. I’ve been traveling and came home to this magical poem from Tricia.  Can you identify all the book references?  Receiving poems during the summer is one of the best things about summer.

 

Where Readers Come From

     (with apologies to George Ella Lyon)

Readers come from songs,

from rhyme and finger play.

They come from recitation and repetition

(All those Moo, Baa, La La La’s

and Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See?.)

They come from Sunday comics,

cereal boxes and read alouds

that feature character voices,

sound effects,

and mood lighting.

They come from independent bookstores and libraries,

from authors and librarians.

They come from

Once upon a time,

happily ever after,

“It was a dark and stormy night,” and

“There was a hand in the darkness, and it held a knife.”

They come from Minli, Harriet, and Ramona,

from Clementine, Omakayas, and Baby Mouse.

They come from Stanley Yelnats, Auggie Pullman, and Jackson Greene,

from Jin Wang, Octavian Nothing, and Captain Underpants.

They come from Narnia, Middle Earth, and Hogwarts,

from Panem, Redwall, and the Island of Berk.

Readers come from “It’s past your bedtime,”

with flashlights under the covers

turning page after page,

racing to the end.

Readers come from letters strung into words

and words arranged in a million different ways

into stories that leave us

gloomy or cheerful,

quiet or agitated,

exasperated or pleased,

and every human emotion in between.

Under my pillow is a well-worn book

pages bent

cover crinkled.

I am from this book —

from all those that came before —

and all those yet to come.

~Tricia Stohr-Hunt

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A response:

at
night
I read
past bedtime
discover new worlds
happy for summertime escapes

~jone rush macculloch

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