End of an Era

It’s the

End

Of an era

~

Oh Monkey,

You swung us thru

This junglescape

& kept us

On our toes.

Yelling,

“Quit monkeying around

With syllables down.

You’ve only 160

To play

With!”

~

Sniff,

Now

No more…

*****

Tonight is Monkey Man's last night for his weekly Sunday 160 challenge. I know there will be lots of people wondering what to do with their Sundays now, but I for one salute you for all that you did to improve my writing with this great exercise in brevity. Here's a song dedicated to you from a new band I just discovered that does some kick-ass Christmas tunes. Keep swinging Monkey! We love you baby!!

 

Happy Halloween!

Wee ghosts & goblins

scurry to my house

cry for treats & trinkets

til pumpkin orb I douse

You’ll be sorry kiddies

As I’ve a trick for you

I’ll get you my pretties

Boo!

All dressed up and no place to go,

but wait!

I can stop by Monkey's

for the Sunday 160

ah hahahahaaa!

We came...

Did you hear that?

A little WooHoo from behind the camera?

That was either Ms C or me

As we jigged,
despite a stoic crowd

Might not be a hipster

But we’re still cool!

and that 160 characters does not come close to describing the fun that we had last night, on our evening out on the town. Love you babe! Thank you so much for inviting me along! Enjoy Monkey. Happy Sunday!

Well-Deserved Break Coming

Markéta Irglová opens. Iron & Wine headlines. Add to that dinner and drinks with Me, & I suspect that I’ve got the perfect evening in store. 13 days & counting!




And that is 160 characters folks! Haven't played in a long time, but thought it was high time. Go see Monkey Man for way more offerings!

The Dark Path...

I can faintly see shapes littering the path ahead of me. Eyes seem to peer through the gloom watching my every step. Is it too late? Should I turn back now?

Noo!

It is playtime at my house this morning, as I pen a Sunday 160 for Monkey Man. Go visit him and see what else is on offer this week. If you dare...

Give Me A Broom or Give Me Death!

Sleeping beauty lay,

glazed eyes barely

able to see

the growing grime.

Was this a fairytale ending -

Forever to drool

onto cheap throw pillows?

Bring on the Drugs!

Don't worry. No camels were actually harmed during this photo shoot. She was actually sleeping!

I haven't played the Sunday 160 in ages! The drugs must be working a smidge, as I am off the couch! Well, hoping to be for some of the rest of this beautiful long weekend. Have a great Sunday all and Salutations to you Monkey Man for being such a super host week after week!

The Week is Done...

Quietly crept in

end of week’s hours

without scheduling,

few tasks to do

or indeed done.

A pace set by

whims of fancy,

flights of fun,

as I watch the

silent setting sun.

Monkey Man hosts a Sunday 160

where he encourages you to try your hand

at writing something in exactly 160 characters.

Care to give it a try?

Drip, drip, drip...

I can

not remember

a day that it hasn't

rained in the last weeks.

Every day. Maybe not all day,

but at some point every

Single day a little

bit more

rain

has

fallen…

and that my friends is a soggy 160 for Monkey Man's Sunday 160. Hope you had a sunny weekend!

Snapshot of my Past

Mother's Day 2005

Sun shone.

Air

gentle and mild

plastered faces in smiles

My first Day.

Eyes held a beginning tale

that would conclude 2 years later

when Daddy faded

from this picture


-/\-
(Aw shucks, that isn't a very happy mother's day poem is it? The pic was taken on my first mother's day; a few weeks after Daddy was diagnosed with cancer. Daddy's kind of help to make Mother's Day more special, so even though it is supposed to be a day to celebrate me, I tend not to be so excited. I know my girlies have special treats for me though, so I will do my best to smile for them & be a happy mommy)


Happy Mother's Day to You
& Happy Sunday 160.
Go visit some of the other folks
who link in and get your fill
of reading about Mommy's praises
as I am sure they will abound.

Speed Posted - SLOW

Monotone of wiper song

Swish, swish,

Swish

Ping, pling

of icy pellets bouncing

their lax suggestions

Jarred back

by tires aloft

ditchside

that ceased spinning

as I passed

~

I made it home in one piece from a weekend jaunt to Michigan. The drive home was not fun though. The speed was slow and there were constant reminders in the ditch that slow was the speed to go.  Chilling. I would rather grip the wheel a little tighter for a little longer, than sail spinning wheels through the air in the slush that filled the world and slicked the highways today. The OPP and Michigan Highway Patrol were earning their pay cheques on this sloppy day, pulling people from stuck vehicles galore. I do not relish them their jobs, but am glad that they were making some poor folks days a little better. They deserve accolades on this miserable, wet Sunday.  I am grateful that I am home and get to wish you a Happy Sunday 160. May you all be safe and snug for another day.

Sleep!

Bathtime

Bedtime

Storytime

Kisstime

Hugtime

Sleeptime

Time yet to play

Time yet for song

Time yet to count

Time yet to read

Time yet for yawns

Time to protest

Time to

Sleep!

~

I am willing the children to let go of the weekend and ease into sleep. It is Sunday and I want to finish my last assignment for the week before heading to bed myself. 

Happy Sunday 160 to Monkey Man and all of you.

The Hush of Nightfall

A little late, but I post 160 for Sunday night at Monkey Man's place.

The hush of nightfall

fills  the  house

and mind

with

a  calm

that  I hope

continues into sleep

and my week

of new ad-

venture

into writing

for  my bread

and butter living

A Day of Rest

brain empty of any

hint of cognitive thought

replaced by sinking sensation

that sambuca might not have been

such a good idea after all -

Thank God for McD's playland

~

Monkey Man, I swear I didn't ask for any of those shots, but I guess I didn't refuse them either. One of these days I am going to learn...
 
I am out of town visiting my sister, but am joining in for the Sunday 160. Happy Sunday!

A Sunny Day

Verdant green

foreshadows the coming

of Spring

Despite a fresh blanket of snow

covering the mud puddles again.

A halo of flowers

bids haste

to sunshine’s warming balms

Happy Spring and Happy Sunday

to Monkey Man 

and all his friends at the Sunday 160.

To Uncle's House We Go

To Uncle’s house we go

O’er farmer’s field

past orchards cold

to forgotten arms we flow

Spoiled with treats

perhaps toys

&  gingerbread dreams

-best is kin that greets

Tired

So

Tired.

Full of visits,

Disney songs,

Excited children.

All hyped up by cousin’s

play with squeals as

they  chased  the

poor cat, who’s

now asleep,

as should

be I.

Yawn

Sunday Scrub

In with the new

Out with the old

Goodbye old desk

So long last week’s

Dirty bowls

& crunchy socks

With a

Sunday scrub

& valiant vacuum

the world is clean again

For a day

~

Despite my slothful start to the day

I did get a few things done today

including a late addition

to Monkey Man's

Sunday 160

Gotta Go!

With 2 birthday parties

on either side of town,

a present to buy

& diner to prep

for friends and family

coming over tonight

the computer is the last place

I should be.

*

but I cannot help

but throw my 160

out there for Monkey Man's

Sunday 160.

Winter in Canada

It’s January.

Snow at 9 AM;

Expected  5-10 cm of white stuff.

Not as much as last month, but still…

I  even shoveled the driveway.

At Costco

I saw a guy in shorts

WTF!

^^^

I don't get it.

We live in Canada.

It is cold here in the winter

Pretty much all the time!

whatever...

I think I will go see what Monkey Man

is up to on his Sunday 160 today.

Welcome Home

Back from holidays

Phew!

I love visiting with friends & family,

but get me my coffee,

my vacuum

and lets suck the last of the life

out of Christmas

for another year 

That is my 160

for Monkey Man

to say goodbye to 2010

and the holidays.

I am hoping to get back into

some kind of routine again tomorrow.