And Now for a Little Mystery...

She Didn't Know

The pillar of the community
leaned against
the door frame.

He flipped a coin in his hand
as he watched the red clad woman
walking away.

She had no idea of his psychosis.

He opened his hand and looked down.
Thoughts of his special tool case
kept in the hutch at the foot of the stairs
reluctantly leave his mind as he sees the
tails on the coin in his palm.

He glances one last time at her
and moves on to other matters.

© 2011 Judy Ponceby

Author's Note

Words given: Feet. Hutch. Frame. Pillar. Psychotic. Thank yous to Sir Frank for the help in editing! Muchly appreciated. :)

Silliness, Gotta Love It

Quack!

by Judy Ponceby

 

Traveling by plane across the main
Sitting in coach waiting for peanuts
I was thinking about layovers.

Drifting to sleep on that square of a pillow
Knees to my chest, arms folded tight
Dreaming of home but stuck on this flight.

Turbulence seesaws our plane up and down.
Waking abruptly, my vision still blurred
I glance out the window, over the wing.

Mother of god, it's a duck of all things.
Staring at me like a new zoo exhibit,
Quacking at me to say what an idiot.

Stuck in a can hurtling 'cross the sky
At the mercy of gravity because I can't fly.
This duck makes a point as he leaps in the air.
Spreading his wings, gone without a care.

Oct 24, 2010

Interactive Mothering #2

Hello :)

I have had a most entertaining week with my son this past week.  On Monday we got together with his cousin, my nephew of course, Caleb, who is ten and made campfire stoves out of aluminum cans.  And we had (yep, I'm gonna say it) a blazing good time! :)   I thought I would post a few pics just for my own entertainment :)  By the way the last pic is sideways because obviously my attempt at manipulating it into the correct dimensions of the real world were not successful.  So, turn your computers 90 degrees to the left or right depending on your grasp of spatial dimensions :) Thank you. 

For all you Pirates out there!! Arrrgghhhh!!!!

 

 

Land Ho!

Man the lanyard! Over the sea!
To lands unknown to you and me!

The wind blows south, my merry men.
The ale flows free, to heaven then.

To Sea, to find my heart aflame!
To Sea, to find the dragon's claim!

Salty air, on dark stormy winds
Fair, rock our ship, to pieces then.

Tossing freely, dancing wildly,
Spinning to the rhythmic pounding.

Passing time on deck and mast,
From the crow's nest, we hear at last.

Land Ho! Land Ho! Captain!
The very land that has been sought.

Rivers of silver, mountains of gold.
Paradise for Pirates, so I'm told.

Sep 27, 2010

Judy Ponceby

Good Ol' SummerTime

Summer Fun

 

Hip hop, gonna stop
on the bright blue square.
Run, jump, fall like a lump
on the green ground bare.

Laugh and dash, and water splash
in the sunshine sparkle.
Smile and giggle, toes they wiggle
in the black mud darkle.

Playing silly, warm then chilly
dusk is setting in.
Wandering home all alone
in the tub again.

Splish, splash, clean in a flash
jammies on real quick.
Bedtime story, oh the glory,
on a dreamland kick.

Sep 12, 2010

Judy Ponceby

Ian and Reese

My favorite photo of my favorite son and my favorite dog!

Reese

This is my dog.  His name is Reese.  He has been the greatest dog ever.  I know you think your dog is, but I have to insist that Reese is. :)  He's very old now.  Has some problems like we all do when we get old.  He was just a big ball of fur when I brought him home from the vet's that I worked at.  He was 10 months old.  His owner wanted him put to sleep because her children wouldn't take care of him.  I showed up at home with him and my husband opened the door and said "No".  Well, that didn't take. We kept him outside for a week or so, then he worked his way into our hearts and home and has been there ever since.  He is a Chow/Sheltie Cross.  Has a spotted tongue.  He used to be all bright orange and his tail would just fly in the breeze like a flag.  He used to bounce like a gazelle too :)   One time he bounced right over a four foot high fence and didn't even blink.  He used to peel peanuts in the shell with his tiny little front teeth too.  Silly dog.  One of his favorite games was to rush out the back door and try to catch the mourning doves that were at my bird feeders because they were so slow coming off the ground.  I thought it was very funny until one day I found one of his catches.  Bad dog following your natural instincts like that! :) I still love him no matter what.  I wrote a poem about him some time ago, when I thought about him aging that I will share here.  It's getting close to that time for him, and it's a hard thing to think about.  But the memories he has left us with are engraved on our hearts.  We love you Reesedog :) with all our hearts. :)

My Reesedog

Age is slowing my best friend.
His ears no longer catching the faintest hint of rustling in the brush.
His fur not so golden red in the sunshine, fading white.
His legs not so strong, no longer bounding over the land.
His eyes not so sharp now, clouded with age.
His energy not so boundless, tiring easily on short walks.

He has shown me how to love unconditionally, trust effortlessly.

During his life he has shown me love, sorrow, joy, fear, patience.
My best friend, has blessed my life in ways I never knew he could.

Judy Ponceby