slips over the dock
north wind seabirds fly into its face
jem said... Browsing through the stones - this one jumped out at me - great to follow the link and find I recognise the author! Happy stoning!
sunrise: the light
in my neighbour's house
look how small
we have become
jem said... I like this - the way it plays with size notions - made me smile. I started a new blog especially for my stones at http://soundofshingle.blogspot.com/
LauraX said... small...like grains of sand and connected like an endless beach...one touching another, touching another, touching another and so on...and so are smallness becomes a vastness of unity moved by the tide and the winds of time.
Sue said... gorgeous, full of meaning to be unpacked.
end of the holiday
an extra squirt of syrup
on my pancakes
jem said... Made me smile - these little treats we give ourselves!
Kirsten Cliff said... Yes, made me smile, too! Thanks for sharing, Lynne :)
this morning's sky
the moon like a saucer of light
and all this sky
Dianne said... Lovely! Are you in Florida?
Kelly (at Stars and Willows) said... I love this! Simple, pure, and full of wonder.
though the palms
packing for home
Crafty Green Poet said... that's very poignant
awake too early
trees shrouded in mist
the slow tick of a clock
Yvonne said... Yep, been there. Lovely stone as usual.
Sue said... just perfect, captures that (all too frequent) moment so well.
kkrige said... I like this one best from the stones I can see :) You create an image and feeling that resonates well
the widening surprise
in the toddler's eyes
at the roundabout
the smell of the sea -
MorningAJ said... Oh I wish! I live a long way from the sea these days but I still think of it as home.
new year resolution...
the handbrake on the car
continues to stick
Greyscale Territory said... Wonderful, wry humour in this one!
Crafty Green Poet said... excellent!
Kirsten Cliff said... Found myself nodding my head along with this one. Great!
my hands could be
my mother's hands
Cynthia said... Hello Lynne, Ah...what our mothers pass on to us. I am enjoying your writing in "An Open Field" for the "River of Stones" and "Hungry Writer" blogs. Today's posts go perfectly together. You make the enjoyment of preparing and eating food a spiritual experience. I stumbled onto your "Hungry Writer" and love reading it. I want to try your "Mam's Vegetable Soup" and the "Salmon Risotto." It is good to find you. And thank you for following me as well.
Barb said... Me, too - and glad of it!
Dianne said... Lovely....
wondering what to write...
outside the kitchen window
a gull laughs and laughs
Fiona Robyn said... made me smile!
Yvonne said... I love that! :)
Dianne said... I've heard that laugh!
Melissa said... Lovely to have found you. Thanks for following my blog!
the damp stain on the wall
only looks like a damp stain -
LauraX said... hmmm...
annrap said... I see it as a trace that you are aware of and that it can change at any moment. Something there without form, appearing disappearing, growing shifting, close you eyes and open them again perhaps you can see something else?
annrap said... An interesting show in Japan on the stain.I like the accidental nature of a stains appearance http://www.tokyoartbeat.com/tablog/entries.en/2010/07/meaningful-stain.html
bread, cheese, wine:
what we say to each other
less important than what we do
a fresh egg
in the palm
of my hand
LauraX said... to beginnings...ever present.
Barb said... And the beginning of a day.
poppy.f.seed said... I have an egg in the hand poem, also. Love the image.
reading the moments
I didn't miss
those summer days measured
by the chimes of the Tonibel van
LauraX said... summer sounds so good right now...I miss the simplicity of kids at home and warmth and waking up when our bodies are ready.
Dianne said... This brought back memories... We so looked forward to the daily rounds of the ice cream truck...
he sleeps through
the tea I leave for him,
the boy he must have been
Dianne said... Lovely stone...
wrensong said... Entirely lovely. The waiting tea, the sleeping innocence of the man.
the cat shifts
from sunspot to sunspot
sun a little higher
the slab of ice
in the wheelbarrow
starts to melt
Man Price said... Love: --the slab of ice in the wheelbarrow-- You paint a great picture.
a stray cat
asleep under the orange tree
I have wondered about
where I will live
wrensong said... The orange tree and the cat holding a mirror up to my anxiousness. Lovely.
our first summer guests
confirm their flights
Gillena Cox said... i have been reading and enjoying your blog for a week now; much love...
the cat tightens
into a ball
Kirsten Cliff said... I'm enjoying your work, or should that be play... I see you're going to take part in NaHaiWriMo, so look forward to reading much more over the coming month. Many thanks for sharing :)
Such stuff as dreams are made on...
I spend the day repainting the kitchen ceiling, the wall in the boiler room, then climb the step ladder to cover the damp stains below the ceiling in the guest bedroom with what looks like liquid plastic. My throat prickles. That night I visit a school in Brazil where the kids carry bats and knives and guns and my Sebastian hair serum turns my hair from blonde to the colour of an early sunset which isn’t that bad and better than finding my wrecked car on the school grounds and the £60 bill to repair my shopping trolley when the price for a new one is only £50 and while I don’t want to be part of the ‘throw-away and buy-new’ culture this just doesn’t make sense.
no-one to blame
a shutter bangs in the night
Hussam said... I can't explain why, but I like this!
I have an extra
weetabix for breakfast
the shadows of birds
over the new grass