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Sunday's Found Poem from the KJV Bible: Deuteronomy 31: 6-13   Fear not,        God        will not fail thee. Be of good courage,        The Lord        will be with thee As long as ye live.      by Donna JT Smith

In November I will be going to a writing workshop given by the Maine Writers & Publishers Alliance.  It is over an hour away, but (or should that be "and"?) I think it will be fun. The workshop is called "The Magic of Metaphor" and is being given by Rachel Contreni Flynn. For the workshop, each participant must submit one poem for critique, a week before the class.  So here's mine.  Started yesterday, tweaked and expanded this morning.  I think I'm done.  I hope so.  I'm at least finished. Caught in Cotton My life, a quilt, With coffee spilt, Hand stitched, it holds, Pieced new and old Some thinning parts And softer spots A mix of hues And scattered knots. Most threads are taut Though some uncaught. Uneven seams That capture dreams. And over there A little tear. Or was that a tear? A tear or tear; it isn’t clear Unless you hear. True blue, blood red, In layers spread. I wrap myself in Undone frays, But shed Each threa

It's Sunday 2 of my "Found Poems" in the Bible - a bit of experimental poetry from verses of the KJV - snippets in order as found in those verses. Genesis 1: 9-16 God made Heaven Land, Seas; Grass, herb, And tree Day and night Signs for seasons, Two great lights And     stars         also. By Donna JT Smith

Last week we drove through Damariscotta, where they were having their annual pumpkin fest... There was a huge crane hoisting a giant pumpkin for a weigh-in and a huge crowd was gathered - well, huge for Maine anyway.  There were a few hundred people there and more roaming the main road to view decorated pumpkins on the sidewalk. These are not your run of the mill giant Jack-o-Lanterns - these are huge, unglobal fruits that take on personalities.  And the grower of each pumpkin goes with whatever the pumpkin is calling out to them as they decorate it and turn it into the something grand it was yearning to be! Here are a few examples: We usually see the Regatta, where they have carved out the inside of the pumpkin to make a boat.  Then they attach a motor and try to ride around the bay with it.  Some work quite well.  We missed that this year, unfortunately.  But if you ever get a chance to see it, I highly recommend this Fest and Regatta! Oh, Pumpkin!

Yesterday I got part of a thought with Laura's 15 Words or Less , but didn't get back to share there.  So I'm posting today to go with her awesome image of a rescued owl. Whooo's Night mapping, Mouse trapping, Feather wrapping, Talon tapping, Beak snapping, Wing flapping, Day napping? Owl. by Donna JT Smith Yesterday they installed my countertop in the house we are in now.  I love them!  With the new steps we built and installed ourselves,   the redone driveway, and the new countertop - it has green, white and touches of garnet - I don't want to move now!  Things are coming together here!  I know I'll feel better once the kitchen in Friendship starts to come together, too...another story, another day... it is a long story. Back to Poetry Friday at Irene's place !

When I wrote the title, it suddenly came to me that my mother used to say that to me in the morning when I awoke.  I could almost hear her happy voice saying, "Good morning, Sunshine!" to me.  I wonder if I was "sunshine" in the morning, or if she was just trying to "make it so"!  Ah, we'll never know. At any rate, I'm sitting here in the dark of morning, having just brewed some coffee atop our billowing painter's wrap countertop.  And I am going to go have me some... Note paper cup...I don't have a sink in the kitchen, so we're minimizing the inconvenience of washing dishes when and where we can! Okay, I had to change to a real cup...I'll go to the trouble of washing it.  Coffee is more welcoming this way! Welcome, Fall Morning The dark Is so much Later in the morning; My coffee stares up at me With its large unblinking brown eye Wondering why I would wake it up Before the sun; And I have No Answer, Except that

I have been so time aware lately.  Aware that the time for working on the house is drawing to a close - or at least to a time when it is not as convenient to do so. We are NOT in our new house yet.  You may remember that I said we'd had a hiccup with the first kitchen installation, and they ordered us all new cabinets with redesign in areas that needed tidying up some. Here's a photo from the first set that was returned: So the next set of cabinets arrived in 8 weeks.  The workmanship on them was horrid this time - like they were in a huge hurry to get them here, so they skipped a few steps like: looking for cracks, making sure the cabinet sides were the same size, making sure they had all the coats of paint on, making the surface smooth, making sure no glue made huge drips at the edges, butting the mitered joints together tightly... I could continue, but you get the picture.  My contractor tried installing a few, but they weren't going together well.  I saw them

These were written for Laura Purdie Salas' 15 Words or Less prompt yesterday. I took this image posted here, but check out Laura's, too!  ✂✂✂✂✂  How many pairs of scissors do you see? ✂✂✂✂✂ Wash Day I strung my scissors out to dry; To breeze’s song they clipped the sky. By Donna JT Smith ✂✂✂✂✂ Feather Flurry Feathers will fly - When mom’s manic, Hens panic, Or scissors go awry. By Donna JT Smith Happy Poetry Friday, all!  Our hostess today is Violet Nesdoly ! Find more poetry by checking the links on her site here . ✂✂✂✂✂  Tomorrow...updates on why I've been scarce and sparsely writing... Don't read it if you are as busy as I am.  It won't help. One more poem even though I've had 5 commenters - they will miss this one so I'll repost next Friday.  Don't the scissors seem to be cutting the leaves from the trees? Scissors Falling leaves today; Scissors shear the way; Happily they spray A