This Fire Museum in Greensburg, PA, was founded in 1969 by members of the local volunteer fire departments. It is open by appointment only but those garage doors are worth stopping for a look.
Love Amid the Ruins
Fireblossom Friday: It’s Only A Paper Moon
It’s all about make- believe in the Garden
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Love Amid the Ruins
we like to sit on the front porch
on moonlit nights
the people who lived here – before –
had a swing
but we like the coolness of the cement
we share strawberries from
the the patch that has gone wild
behind the house
there are enough for
chipmunks and birds too
the only music we hear
is made by crickets and frogs
no light pollution streams from
blank windows to dull the stars
we are content, safe
Captain and Tennille got it wrong
there’s nothing like raccoon love
Heirloom Gardening
Weekend Mini Challenge: People and Places
Welcome to the Weekend Mini Challenge with Kim from writinginnorthnorfolk.com!
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Heirloom Gardening
she spent the summer bent over
planting
weeding
harvesting
and I watched from my kitchen window
an old woman with a cane she used to search for
beans
cucumbers
strawberries
and I was the beneficiary of her labor
now I am the old woman in a garden
sowing seeds
saved
by her
and I harvest a bit of her with each picking
Choir of Angels
Of Angels and Monsters – “Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!” – Dracula
There are angels and monsters in the Garden
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Choir of Angels
it was the angle of the angels
that made them wonder
a spring in the wings
that made them doubt
the tilt of tarnished halos
that caused disquiet
until the heavenly sound
of three-year old voices
filled the auditorium
making believers of them all
Gossip
d’Verse Poets Pub: Form for All–Ottava Rima
Frank is tending bar and has challenged us to try this abababcc form
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Gossip
it was a stray whisper, did you feel it
did you see it as it passed through the tree
did it touch your cheek, just a little bit
did it curl into your ear like a plea
invade your mind and there it paused to sit
until words tumbled from your lips to me
with them was just a hint of discontent
a sour thought allowed to grow, ferment
Wistful Gardening
In Case You Missed THE LIST–dVerse Meeting the Bar
Victoria is checkin our lists over at the Pub
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Wistful Gardening
every Spring I make new lists
seeds I want to start
plants I want to buy
bulbs I should move
natives that need divided
I buy a new journal to
track progress
and fails
record weather
bird sightings
butterfly activity
and every Fall I find those lists
tucked in the back of
an empty journal
PAD Aftermath
d’Verse – May ’17
Quadrille – echo
De has us listening for echoes over at d’Verse Poets Pub
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PAD Aftermath
there is nothing left
an empty chamber
cleared of words, rhymes
no letters lying about
ink blots flung on the walls
no thought or even ideas
can be found rattling around
my muse is on hiatus
not even an echo of a poem remains
The Physics of Stardust
Physics with Björn: Particle-wave dualism and the photoelectric effect
We’re having a Physics lesson in the Garden and over at NaPoWriMo we’re writing about things that happen over and over again. This poem is a triple play because it fits in the prompt at Poetic Asides too. Whoo hoo!!!
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The Physics of Stardust
Star dust particles are
Waving at me
Bouncing through space
At incredible lengths
Forcing me to look up
Make a wish, find the energy
To tell my secrets to a spinning
Universe as if it doesn’t matter
Skywriting
Day 29 – Poetic Asides PAD – meter
NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-nine – word from a favorite poem
I used the word meteor from a poem, Landscape With Desire by Julia Kasdorf
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Skywriting
The moon was (sky)writing love
Poems in the night with a
Glittery pen
Meteors streaking across
The sky trailing
Messages of hope and peace
Penultimate Visit
We’ve almost made it! It’s the penultimate prompt in the Garden
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Penultimate Visit
If I had known tomorrow
You would be gone
I might have sat beside
Your bed a little longer
Told you all the things I
Love about you
Remembered stories from
Our childhood – the times
We giggled until our bellies
Hurt – the times we cried over
Lost pets
I would have asked you all the
Questions I had saved for
Another time
If I had known this day would
Spill over into your last
I would not have hurried home
To read a book and drink a cup
Of tea
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