Prancing leaves Dancing leaves Wither goes thy frolic? Dost thou spread glitter on the mounts Or frost the wheat? Do you dust the corn Or tinge the apple gold? Prancing leaves Dancing leaves Save a twirl for me by mamajoy Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, October 19, 2007
We are all mortals No news that Born to live Born to die And shadows inbetween by mamajoy Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Wriggle worm river Have you lost your way? Your tail goes this way Your head that Your middle circles round and round yet again Wriggle worm river Would you like a map? by mamajoy Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, October 15, 2007
Up here, thirty thousand feet I see no markers No demarcations No signs hate here love there green only here grey there bomb this feed that Who paints the lines? by mamajoy Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
We wait Pregnant with anticipation Hope filled Faces pressed to glass Children peeking into window Of Christmas joys So near Yet so far We wait Couldn't somebody put a timer on this thing? by mamajoy (This was written as we waited and waited for my daughter's baby to decide it was time to come.) Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
If we are beautiful We will be rich We are told If we are lovely our fortunes be gold If we buy this wear that use only theirs millionaire spouses and houses and joy will be ours to hold Oh the admen lieth cleverly And we believe And we believe by mamajoy Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, October 12, 2007
What's that? you want what? No, Not that Please, chinese water torture, a room full of twoies on sugar to tend, a pile of laundry over my head mother to five teens, Not... Put the book down Just one more page Pleeease? Sign in to see full entry.
I see hints of myself within her And yet she is grown so much I am awed sand pebble to mountain i can only claim tiniest of sand grain Yet still, thankful to have known her by mamajoy Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
I'm tip toeing thru cotton candy Stop the plane Open the window I want to taste by mamajoy Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, October 8, 2007
The mouse gnaws The flea bites 'Ole wasp stings Black flies annoy 'Skeeters whine and chomp and drool Couldn't Noah have left a few couples behind? by mamajoy Sign in to see full entry.