My emeralds are missing so I wore my malachite earrings instead. They were a gift from a good friend many years ago. I wonder if she remembers. I do. She’s a New Yorker now. Manhattan even. But back then, we were both Illinois Girls.
Month: March 2012
missing
one 14K gold ring with a natural pear shaped emerald and the tiniest chip of diamond
AND one pair of not too big, round natural emerald post earrings, set in 14K gold
If found somewhere in my house reward is a great big grin, super tight hug and kiss.
I didn’t know they were missing until St. Patrick’s Day rolled around.
My emeralds, from over twenty years ago, are part of my wearing o’the green tradition.
Wherever they are it is quite likely a ninety-nine cent shamrock pin is with them.
I specified natural emeralds because it matters.
The natural stones are flawed you see, with cracks and clouds and imperfections.
Simulated stones are more vivid in hue and clear as can be.
Laboratory perfection.
Which isn’t for me.
I don’t mean to sound like a queen, as I declare, “My emeralds are missing!”
Alas, they are though.
Later I shall be rummaging and turning my bedroom drawers upside down looking for them.
It’s a wearing o’the green tradition after all.
I find myself backyard sitting
as the sun comes up
happily in my pajamas
stick chewing dog
at my feet
we were also out at 5:00a.m.
when the sky was still full dark
and the crescent moon
smiled a crooked grin
the birds are serenading us
singing the song of spring
while the daffodils bloom
swaying to the birdsong
and the gentlest of breeze
mmmmmmm, Saturday
so glad you’re here
eyes open to a new day
birds chirping softly from still barren branches
and mornings dew still collects on windows
with a slight chill still in the air
spring is about to burst open upon us all
and beauty will return to this earth
flowers will fragrance and bees will gather
children will run and jump and laugh and play
drink this all in and smile to yourself
because inside you it can always be spring
Sometimes we love with nothing more than hope. Sometimes we cry with everything except tears.
Gregory David Roberts (Shantaram)
dogs
cats
sleep
who needs it?
this is what
my animals think
last night at least
feline yowled
from bathroom
canine woofed
before 4 a.m.
I passed my youngest son
in the hallway
at 3-something
and said
you can have my spot
in bed
he said why?
I replied
couch
resting now
dog’s been out
twice
and fed
I’ll be napping later
or grrrrrrring
sleep
who needs it?
yeowwwww
woof
what time is it?
you don’t want to know
The day can’t decide whether to be gray or sunny. I sorta get that. ~ Janean
Hello, First Daffodil of Spring. You make me smile, with your cheerful yellow bloom and the promise of more to come. ~ Janean
Rebirth
The snow is melting
exposing
the lifeless earth beneath
come rain
come sun
come alive in some time
showcasing life’s beauty
rebirth
every Spring
is a new beginning
Sighing happy sighs and smiling, as I read megpiie’s wonderful words about Spring, in this poem, “Rebirth”. ~ Janean
reality check
The reality of life in my house is that the dog has goo poo. Again. And the mad as hell about having a dog in HER house cat has decided to pee wherever she wants. I. Don’t. Need. This. Animal. Drama. I. Have. Enough. People. Drama. Did I also mention my 6th grade son had a HUGE president’s report due tomorrow AND my sister and her three children are visiting for a week that will go by way too fast?! Thank you for listening. I just had to say that aloud. TMI Grossness and all.
Turquoise Tangles 