Sparrow's Haiku Contest...
topic for this week is BEAUTY.
Leave your entry in the comments, then
go back and vote for your favorite.
p.s. she gives a prize to the winner!
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Gray matter calisthenics...
Joan asked, "1. When did you say no, when you wished you
had said yes? and 2. When did you say yes, when you
wished you had said no?"
Well, now... 1. I flew home, to Ohio, for a visit. Mid '70s.
Spent about a week with friends and family, including
my maternal grandmother, who was dying. Cancer.
On my last day, my parents were driving me to the
airport and said they would stop by Grandma's so I
could say good-bye.
I freaked, burst into tears and said I couldn't handle
seeing her again. I knew it would be the last time.
Mom and Dad exchanged confused glances, but said
nothing and continued to the airport.
I barely regained enough composure to say good-bye
to them and get myself on the plane.
It was less than two months later when I got the call
that Grandma died. I flew back for the funeral.
I was her favorite. I will never forgive myself for not
seeing her one last time. I let her down.
2. I should have said 'no' when Michael asked me to
marry him. (Go to my archives for May 2007.)
Dianne asked, "1. Are you happy? 2.What is your
favorite color? 3.What color are your eyes?"
1. I am when I remember to pay attention. When I
remember to look clearly at my life and myself.
When I remember how blessed I am with friends and
family and good health and a sense of humor and enough
intelligence to make a living. And big boobs.
2. I don't have a favorite color. I love them all.
3. My eyes are green. Kind of a moss green.
had said yes? and 2. When did you say yes, when you
wished you had said no?"
Well, now... 1. I flew home, to Ohio, for a visit. Mid '70s.
Spent about a week with friends and family, including
my maternal grandmother, who was dying. Cancer.
On my last day, my parents were driving me to the
airport and said they would stop by Grandma's so I
could say good-bye.
I freaked, burst into tears and said I couldn't handle
seeing her again. I knew it would be the last time.
Mom and Dad exchanged confused glances, but said
nothing and continued to the airport.
I barely regained enough composure to say good-bye
to them and get myself on the plane.
It was less than two months later when I got the call
that Grandma died. I flew back for the funeral.
I was her favorite. I will never forgive myself for not
seeing her one last time. I let her down.
2. I should have said 'no' when Michael asked me to
marry him. (Go to my archives for May 2007.)
Dianne asked, "1. Are you happy? 2.What is your
favorite color? 3.What color are your eyes?"
1. I am when I remember to pay attention. When I
remember to look clearly at my life and myself.
When I remember how blessed I am with friends and
family and good health and a sense of humor and enough
intelligence to make a living. And big boobs.
2. I don't have a favorite color. I love them all.
3. My eyes are green. Kind of a moss green.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Saturday, April 19, 2008
In dreams...
angel's wings
of satin feathers
wrapping
'round you
like the arms
of someone
loving you
from far away.
of satin feathers
wrapping
'round you
like the arms
of someone
loving you
from far away.
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