solitary one
on the pond today~
eyes watching
From chocolate,
cinnamon and vanilla ~
grass tempts winter tastes.
Voices of complaint ~
agitate stillness
to a froth.
Jane Penland Hoover
Haiku Friday
January 7, 2012
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Closing the Cafe
Like the good workers they are
moving back and forth
in and out, around the tables~
it is late - almost time to go~
a long day for young ones
attending to school and their tasks
here, setting tables, serving,
cleaning, and preparations.
I write. I listen to the mummers
of the future, dreams worked for
coming true.
Like the good workers they are
each one moving on, while I
linger slow, writing on and on.
Jane Penland Hoover
January 5, 2012
MightyBell– Day 4 Notice a Person
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Small Stone 1.5.2012 ~ Holding
Today I slipped beneath the pulse
of blue ~ warm waters waiting
where I left them yesterday.
And so I swam and flipped into
interior memories of
each one who once accompanied
me, as we built two towers strong
enough to hold their golden
years ~ their lives lived longer still.
Today I am an older one
swimming in a pool others built
for my time of gold and blue.
Jane Penland Hoover
January 5, 2012
ARiverofStones
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Small Stone 1.4.2012 Walking
on my morning walk
robin gathers fill~
I pause in wonder
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My Hand Rises
Waves
An energetic circle
My mind races
Back
Through all those years
The two of
You
My little girls
Growing away
Toward
What is now your
Lives beyond us
Still
There are visits
Hugs and laughter
Smiles
Of wonderment
And joy as my hand
Waves
January 4, 2012
PA Wed prompt – unstoppable
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Small Stone 1.3.2012 – Our Place
sitting in our usual positions
lifting cups of steam,
to dream again
awake with mummers
moving in and out
as others come and go
sitting in our usual place
home beyond and home…
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Ode to Celebration in Retirement Home
Our new year’s eve
ended at nine ~ unamused
by cheers, or lifting up
another glass of sparking juice~
so the others thought, while
we caught and held
the gleam of eye to eye
and time.
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