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Unlikely

Unlikely

 

wound

of night

stroke attack

bound by silence

 

paralyzed movements

 

gauzy mentality

 

unfamiliar surroundings

 

dreamtime lost to red siren squall

 

white coats, soft voices missed notes until

 

dawns golden stream lay warm on that window sill

 

 beyond cold shivers stalled beneath those quilts

 

his frozen stillness, resting, waits for

 

a hand to extend, draw a line

 

thick enough for life to walk

 

stumble, stutter, stumble

 

against gravity

 

until his own

 smile dispels

dark of

day

 

 

Jane Penland Hoover

November 30, 2011

 

Prompt: Against all Odds

PAD #30

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Whisper

Whisper

I’ve let the idea of solitude linger

Luscious on my tongue

Silent in the seriousness

Of teaching and responding

To all of their fine work.

 

I’ve felt solitude hide

Gentle in my eyes

Reminding me to claim time

Enough for me, alone

 before day draws deep sleep.

 

I’ve waited for this moment

My whole life resting

Beneath the skin of sky

Waiting for this open-flow

Of soft pressed keys, my song.

 

Jane Penland Hoover

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Before Story

 

Once upon a time

in a state far from here

south of north and west of rest

where helicopters flew

testing metal, all those screws

 

Once the noise overhead fed

the pair and others well before

they finalized those days of dread

that led eventually due north of south

into the core of change and more.

 

Once, for him, golden fields of leaf

spread aromatic waves through

air and hair before dark work

in unstrung time to hang

and smoke house and land 

 

Once, for her, the treaded traffic

rushed and ruffled mornings in

her wake so late again to grab

a space beneath, between the

barricade of viaducts and rails.

 

Once upon a time

long after all that came before

dispersed into the world

of yesteryear and way back there

the pair discovered the hereafter

 

Once now, days forever drenched

in wafts of bacon sizzling on the grill

the thrill of morning opened by

the call of sparrow song, the slow

reach to touch a well-worn hand.

 

Jane Penland Hoover

November 28, 2011

 

Prompt #29  _________Story

PAD

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A Sure Presence

A Sure Presence

 

Her eyes shone bright long

before my sisters and I

were a noted thought

 

She walked beside first

wobbly steps, and ran beside

bicycles and skates

 

Her steady fingers

guided needle stitches and

scissor cuts till straight

 

She sang Sunday hymns

her breath full of gratitude

her smiles our sunshine

 

I could go on and

on as she has through these years

always near enough

 

To listen, offer

us her trust, assurance in

our ability

 

and why not? We the

students of her skills, now

our very own

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Crinkle Crunch that Bunch

 

Falling leaves, a lazy drift

through blue air back there

 

Our lawn beneath giant trees

once edged a pasture land

 

Our lawn the scrumptious noise

of piles rising, spreading wake

 

As rake and rake scrape

to gather laughter

 

After all the preparations

for their play, an afternoon

 

repeated and repeated

returns that time to me

 

Jane Penland Hoover

November 26, 2011

 

Prompt: 26 Good Old Days

PAD

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NOW

 

NOW

 

I find delight each

day, walks around the lake, through

the hundred acre

 

meadow, my camera

consuming image after

image as I go.

 

June saw a gathering

here of folk to view my first

slideshow selections.

 

With Thanksgiving time

now, we breathe in gratitude

for the length of years ~

 

growth of family and

friendships that continue to

inspire, fill our lives

 

with joy and memory.

With this small disk, our wish

comes to delight you.

 

Jane Penland Hoover

November 25, 2011

 

(Focused Moments Slide Show

 

I have enjoyed digital photography for two years. Ron smiles at each photo appearing on the computer screen. I even learned to burn DVDs, while continuing to write poetry)

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Gathering Close

Gathering Close

 

we awaken each

morning, more and more,

filled with gratitude

 

for our place in this

space, family of grace

 

so many of you

someway in our day

both far and near now

 

thanksgiving day comes~

~our thoughts fly to you

 

shared words, memories

some games once in play

still, a location

 

life bright with sunlight

sparkle on dew and you

 

knowing family and friends

are family and friends

wherever we eat

 

Jane Penland Hoover

November 24, 2011

 

Prompt # 24  Thanksgiving Poem

PAD

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