Saturday, May 31, 2008

cafe writing--men and women

Sunrise Sister reminded me of the wonderful exercises over at Cafe Writing. I opted to take challenge #6 which asks us to take seven timed minutes and write on the topic of men and women.
Simple, right? Well, here's what popped onto my page in this fun little exercise. Enjoy!

men and women. mirror images, are they not?
he says yes and she says no.
one says stop while the other says go.
what to do you say you say.
I feel like a doctor seuss book come out to play.

he is big and she is small.
one is fat and the other one tall.
they fight. they argue.
they love after all.
can’t live with and can’t live without.
completing the puzzle with partner and spouse.

independent they are and dependent too.
what is the balance? what is true?
they wrestle and cuddle and try to break apart.
their ego gets in the way and covers the heart.
stay. go. love. hate..
what can they do with all that’s on their plate?
work. kids. art and fun.
sometimes it’s easy and other times it’s dumb.

what what you say? where can we go?
life is short with so many choices.
hear me she says I have big voices.
they stop they go. they come in and out.
he walks away and she starts to pout.
they tickle. they poke. they make passionate love.
is marriage for real or is it all a joke?
no no you say it isn’t right.
love is forever not just a day or a night.

men and women. mirror images, no?
one says stop and the other says go.
writing. plotting. dreaming too.
when will seven minutes be up?
it’s a little like marriage and the bottomless cup.
come on let’s go. it’s time to play.
one on the seesaw, the other at bay.
the seesaw won’t go with one at the bottom.
two must be there or all is forgotten.
witnesses to life.
husband and wife.
men and women.
can’t live with ‘em can/t live without them.
writing away…

collage by lucy 2.08

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Sunday, May 18, 2008

wing of the day

Come With Me
To the quiet minute between two noisy minutes
It's always waiting ready to welcome us
Tucked under the wing of the day
I'll be there
Where will you be?

Poem by Naomi Shihab Nye from her book Come with Me: Poems for a Journey.

poem found at Paris Parfait

photo by lucy 5.17.08

Tuesday, May 13, 2008


photo & poetry prompt found here:

the stampeding herd storms
across the landscape of my mind
hurry up!
get it right!
don’t stop!
know it all!
you don’t know anything!
it’s all your fault!
it’s all their fault!
each pushing to take the lead
humility quietly presses ahead
humility comes alongside with
steady plodding steps
be still and know that I am God
be still and know that I am
be still and know
be still
…and then the stampede stops

Friday, May 9, 2008

six word memoir

tagged by sunrise sister to play the six word memoir game, here is mine today:

reaching, stretching, growing ---more than not...

...tomorrow could be something entirely different, because i am...

reaching, stretching, growing

if you would like to play "officially", the rules are below. otherwise, please just leave your own little memoir in my comment box. please please please. ☺

1. Create a six word memoir
2. Post it on your site
3. Link it back to the tagger's site
4. Tag 5 other bloggers

Sunday, May 4, 2008

think pink

Out of myself, but wanting to go
beyond that, wanting what I see

in your eyes, not power, but to
kiss the ground with the dawn

breeze for company, wearing white
pilgrim cloth. I have a certain

knowing. Now I want sight.


morning walk photos by lucy

Saturday, May 3, 2008


by Mary Oliver

Every day
I see or I hear
that more or less

kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle

in the haystack
of light.
It is what I was born for---
to look, to listen,

to lose myself
inside this soft world---
to instruct myself
over and over

in joy,
and acclamation.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,

the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant---
but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab,

the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help

but grow wise
with such teachings
as these---
the untrimmable light

of the world,
the ocean's shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass?

lucy's photos @ mount rainier 5.01.08