Showing posts from May, 2012

Lightning Flashes

Lightning flashed.

I don't like thunderstorms and I especially don't like them in the convertible. Well, not the storm IN the convertible, but me in the convertible with the storm outside it. I'm riding to Rhode Island with my husband to meet up with our daughter who is driving up from PA today. My husband will go to work and I will drive back home with her and the baby, so she only has to drive halfway by herself. Her husband will come up in a couple of days..

Her cousin, my niece, is getting married this Saturday, so any last minute fixes and photos she will help with.

On a tight budget, my niece enlisted the help of her sister to do the wedding photography. All was wonderful until the sister realized she, being the maid of honor, was going to have to be in many of those photos she had to take.

So my daughter said if only she had a good camera, she could learn how to do the wedding photography.


I said, "Guess what? I have one of those good cameras. …

Memories Day

Memories Day

keeping time
in a box
of spent time
packed up and stored
forgotten trinkets
of parents' past
everyday clothing
Sunday jewelry
Coast Guard tags
no longer
© 2012, Donna JT Smith

Saturday on Monday

I took a couple of days off, and have returned refreshed!  I have not finished compiling my poems, as I'd really like photos to go with them.  So I'll look into getting those this week.

We spent Saturday up at Gull husband mowing the lawn, and me singing at the top of my lungs in the house.  No one could hear me because of the mower, I'm sure.  That's what I told myself anyway.

It was absolutely the most gorgeous day in the world.  I took this picture out the doorknob hole.  We brought up doorknobs for the two entry doors, so this will be the last time I look out the doorknob hole to see the view.  I guess that's what they make windows for.

blue and green ribbons
land, ocean and sky picture perfect day
framing a moment
rushing to move on
put in the doorknob
and open the door
new beginnings of
adventure and rest 
renewed and refreshed
©2012, Donna JT Smith

Thank you, Lynn for the Kreativ Blogger award!  That was very kind of you!  I went to your post toda…


Today is the day I am learning to get my A to Z Poetry book in order...
I need to redo pictures for it, as mine are Tagxedo images with copyrights.  So now I have the task of finding new images, or taking pictures.  I have some I can use, but not all.  I could try drawing them, I suppose.  Maybe after I have all the text set down in one place I'll be able to figure it out.  Maybe after I've read all the guidelines I'll think it's easy, why didn't I just do this a long time ago.  Maybe I need some coffee...

Last year, I had my class do a rewrite of The Seven Blind Mice, and they came up with a great book that we printed through Apple.

It is a beautiful book.  The kids were pleased and so was I.  We shared it at our end of year Author's Tea, gave a copy to the school library, and some parents purchased copies.

But this will be different.  With the Apple book, if someone wanted a copy, I'd have to order it from Apple.  It isn't digital and it's not pro…

No Need to Cry Today!

This is a poem/song, to the tune of "I'm an Old Cow Hand, From the Rio Grande" by Roy Rogers, or by Gene Autry and Mary Lee. (hear the tune by clicking on a link).   An Ode-e-o to my little grandson!

No Need to Cry Today!

I'm a happy guy
Let me tell you why
Every need is met
I don't need to cry.

When my diaper's wet
You can surely bet
That my mom or dad
Will be there to get
This old wet one off
And I'll be all set 
A diaper that's dry, hooray!
A diaper that's dry, hooray!

If all goes as planned,
I will play in sand;
Got a cowboy hat
So I won't get tanned.

When the sun's too hot
There's a shady spot;
If it gets too cold
I get dressed a lot.
If it starts to rain
An umbrella's sought. 
Temperature's fine, hooray!
Temperature's fine, hooray!

I ride a bouncy stroller
It's a real good roller
And I have front teeth,
I don't need a molar.

I don't have a cup
Fill my bottle up;
I love mashed sweet yams
For a real …

Revisiting the A to Z Challenge

A to Z Blogging Challenge 2012 from Donna Smith on Vimeo.
The challenge went from A
to Z
I wrote until the hours
were wee
The days were fun and full
of glee
I’d written most in March
you see

So days could just be used
to read
I had no fires and flames
to feed
And I could sleep when e’er
I’d need
And follow blogs where e’er
they’d lead

I met great people of
the blog
Writing about master’s
wee dog
Or how they're lost in some
blog fog
And sitting in a cabin 
of log

Some wrote their fiction with
a twist
Or ordered the towns in
a list
Then exercises meant 
for brains
Or blogs of cars or of
great danes.

Not all finished every
Others got their feet much
Some days could have been much
But I am not a sad
I wrote about every
Year two should be even

Suggestion:  Next year, maybe have tags for posts, or categories or headings, so we can bop around more easily to the ones we might have more interest in.  I still have a varied interest, but I'd …

Spring Senses Revisited

Here's the thing:
I wrote this first poem and posted it yesterday.  Then I started messing around with it, kind of like the progressive poem that was done a bit ago, and edited all to pieces to come up with a new shorter poem.  Well, I tried that in my own way, with the poem from yesterday.  I kind of like all of them, for different reasons, and maybe the whole thing should be a poem, all together.  I could name the format with its editing rules even.  You will be able to discern what I took out each time and I think there is only one word change that was necessary.  So my question to you is, which one is the best version, in your opinion?  You can say you don't like any of them, and I will be slightly hurt by that opinion, but I will definitely take it into consideration, and it won't kill me.  I do think it will be fun to see/hear/read others' viewpoints, so if you could vote for the number of the favored version at the top of the navigation column here, swell!  If …

Spring Senses

I opened the slider, and the cat and dog shared the smells, the view and the breeze together.  I wondered which of the senses the animals most enjoyed during this close encounter with the outside.

smells fresh
of grass and leafy buds
like greens and purples;
of dirt and worms

looks new
with changing shadows
like rippling waters;
with yellow dandelions

feels soft
as a kitten or puppy
like a fuzzy friend;
as breezes

sounds gleeful
with goldfinches and robins
like a musical interlude;
with busy bugs

tastes smoky
as blackened marshmallows
like burned bubbles;
as hot dogs

©2012, Donna JT Smith

Tomorrow, a poetic exercise and an opportunity to vote on the one you liked best.

Happy Birthday!

It's my daughter's birthday today!  Yea!  And she is home for a bit visiting with her baby, so I get the presents!  Ha!  The joke is on her!

Somewhere in time
On this day in May
A daughter was
Born to me
And she is
As sweet as,
And as kind as,
And as beautiful as...
Nothing I can think of;
All compare to her.
Honey is as sweet as she,
Angels are as kind as she,
Her child is
As beautiful as she.

© 2012, Donna JT Smith

I could be prejudiced, but I'm trying to be objective here...really!

Ticks and Not the Tocks Kind

You know when I was little, we only had mosquitoes to be irritated by, and then, they weren't that bad.  Well, I'm excluding the bees and wasps genre, but really, that was it.  Now we have ticks in Maine.  And this year is the worst I've ever seen.  For the prior 12 years, even in the woods where we are, if you didn't go in the bushes, you were very unlikely to pick up a tick.  But so far in two weeks I've seen three of them, two of which have been on ME.  This second one was embedded.  I am not very good at this kind of thing.   I tend to get panicky when a creature wants to crawl on me, and close to madwoman when it wants to bite me.
Today, I was a big girl and did not hyperventilate or pass out when I found the tick on the back of my knee this afternoon.  My husband was not home.  My daughter had taken my car to a friend's house.  I was alone.  And I couldn't reach the back of my knee, and I was afraid to look at it in a mirror, knowing my propensity to …

It's May!

Happy May Day!
Remember when we made May baskets and put them on a neighbor's doorstep, rang the bell or knocked, and then ran away?  They were supposed to chase you and give you a hug...or a kiss if it was your grandma or aunt or someone huggable like that!
I don't think kids even know about them anymore.  Pretty sad!
Anyway, happy May Day!
And I finished the A to Z Challenge.  I wrote poems for each day of the month (except Sundays), one for each letter of the alphabet, and made a tagxedo to go with each one, and tried to use a form of poetry that began with that letter (along with the font and style names of the Tagxedo).  I'm not sure what possessed me, other than my PCD (Poetic Compulsive Disorder).
So for today, I give you a haiku to May:

rainbow toes of spring tiptoe past leaving color in flowery paths
Enjoy the new month!