Showing posts from December, 2014

Pip and Pup, and I'm Still Up

Pippi and Ginger Here's Tim's Merry Christmas Pup, Gingersnap - aka "Ginger"!  PIcked her up in Boston at Logan Airport this past week as a surprise on our trip back from Rhode Island.  She's a Yellow Lab from of a litter that my nephew's dog, Peanut had.  When we went to Arkansas in September for my niece's wedding, I laid claim to one of the Christmas pups from Thistle's Labradors, and I kept it a secret from my husband right up until a few hours before we had to pick her up at the airport. Ginger has met, but not yet been appreciated by our cat, Noah (which you can read more about on "I, Noah Cat" blog - to the right =>). Pippi, our aging Golden Retriever, however, is accepting Foster Mom duties very well - letting Ginger cozy up and sleep, and correcting her with low growls and bared teeth when she gets a bit too rambunctious!  Many years back she was the puppy being mothered by our old Golden, Nutmeg, aka "

A Repost for Poetry Friday AND Deja Vu Blogfest

It's finally Deja Vu again.  I thought I'd never see this day again!  So here's my post that needed reposting - one that had not been vu-ed deja so much. It was a Saturday... November 8, 2014... to be specific.  Not much traffic that day as I cruised the interspace highway. If you go to DL Hammons or to the links at the bottom of this page, you will find more little known but treasured links. It is also Poetry Friday, hosted by Buffy Silverman - so head on over to Buffy's Blog for more poetry offerings! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "An Exercise" On Friday, for Poetry Friday, Margaret Simon explained how she used her students as "guinea pigs" (so to speak), offering them a writing technique/prompt she had seen done by their state poet laureate, Ava Leavell Haymon, at the Book Festival Wordshop. Her explanation and results are on her page  Reflections on the Teche here . I decided to try the exercise, sin


My only thought this morning was of winter quiet, though yesterday's winter weather was anything but quiet. It icy-rained alllllll day. Here's hoping that in the light of day, ice hasn't encapsulated the car that wouldn't fit in the garage. That aside, I love the quiet snow gives the world. You could almost picture snow being warm to wrap up in... but it gets pretty hard to think of it that way the more you know snow... So here's a short poem for today. I have lots to do and little time to write. Look at the date! Do you see how close we are to Christmas? Well, I am not ready for it. cold quiet snow  lending night shroud quietly elegantly mending the loud Okay, this was supposed to be a short poem, and it ended up being one.  However, I wrote in Pages, then copied and pasted it here. I wasn't happy with it.  So it got longer.  Then I edited and revised in this space.  I cut most of it.  This wasn't even in the original originally

Handful of Seasons

Wednesday's Poetry Jam prompt was to write about hands .  This is my second poem...I tried one yesterday, but wasn't too happy with it.  It needs more work.  So I wrote this one this morning. Handful of Seasons Spring’s fingers are light and nurturing and creep to make things grow; Summer’s thumb is green and diligent and keeps the soil with hoe; Autumn’s palm is full and inviting and reaps the fields below; Winter’s hand is harsh and shivering and sleeps in drifts of snow. ©Donna JT Smith, 2014