I hold onto hope…
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Halo, How Are You?
Been awhile since I’ve been here. I do so hope you and those in your circles, near and far, are doing well. ❤️
My family and I have been busy settling into our new, upstate New York, home built in 1930. I often think about the families who’ve passed through a place built during the Great Depression. They survived. I believe we will too. Peace, kindness, and love are out there in the world…
With peace and love for the holidays🌟
AnnMarie
I painted this gal in 2016, seems so much farther back…
Bessie’s Echo
While my darling daughter was checking out my ‘Published Writing and Art’ page, she informed me that many of the links no longer connected to the published pieces. In an effort to correct this, I went through the entire list and connected each piece to its corresponding blog page, as well as re-linking to the journal or site where each was published. This is the one that got away. It was published back in 2017, by ‘Miracles Magazine’ (A generous friend who still works for the magazine had asked me to submit work). I’m re-posting my poem, ‘Bessie’s Echo,’ so the link can be updated. Thank you.
Bessie’s Echo
in the distance
faceless proclamations bounce back and forth between the rush of cars
years ago
would’ve been herds of cattle trotting for lunch bells ‘cross the road
perched on
a yellow Adirondack chair on my front porch, I drink flavored seltzer from a tumbler pretending it’s Dom
spotted bovine hooves
only echos now like dairy farmers spirits loading Bessie’s milk on old Erie railroad cars
bound for the city
retired clanks and clatters float toward the bright sun that once fed fat cows golden grass
little birds
with bright yellow bellies flit by my front porch saying their good nights
or goodbyes
cropped portion of a sketch drawn about ten years ago, someday I must redo this little sketch, the dang eyes are lopsided!
nearer to giving thanks
my kinda cupid
circle right go left
never forgotten
eyes of magma
new poem, Eyes of Magma, published at HerStory – a purpose-driven creative venue for the unified female voice – love this blog
Eyes of Magma
legs thinner than sipping straws
supporting a body too frail for words
strength and shine
will settle in those eyes of magma
super heated by flecks of brilliance
lit from behind
unknown to the world
one day
she will become a champion of peace
she is on her way now
seek her out in every young woman
memories long past
leave it to a cartoon pig
trying to get at something
I can’t quite reach from the ground
there is no sleeping in slumber
no resting for the restless
hurriedly living to stamp personal honors on crowded individuality
some methodically hiding to avoid the same
embracing or effacing, the certain weightlessness of our heavy conclusion
this finite fact of our infinite fiction
depending on where the cord has been cut
a lifeline, a noose, a kite string
we enter
we exit
“…that’s all folks”
(leave it to a cartoon pig to shame us into reality)