Sunday, May 27, 2012

Memory Poem

I Remember

reminds me of you
dressed in pale plaid
cotton sleepwear,
ready for a night
curled on the couch
watching old episodes
of Friends.

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Mother's Day


unlocked with sun
streaming upon my face,
cat curled by my side, mother’s day

my room, toddlers
play, laughter echoes of joy,
love unbound, of family here
right now

my child
and her children,
embracing our special
day together, mom and nana
shared bliss

my son
calls, no longer
living behind fences,
his voice reflects maturity

one more
call to my mom,
changed by a stroke, but still
present, she remains distant but

we are
sharing a common thread,
womb to womb to womb interweaves
our lives

by judy Beaston
May 13, 2012

Saturday, May 5, 2012

Thoughts on Life

What if

 Love is the door,
Truth the key

Inside I discover
I’ve always been here

- judy beaston
May 5, 2012

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

May Day

April has ended and so too the AtoZ Blog Challenge. I joined that challenge to help determine the direction of my blog. I learned that posting vignettes, micro-flash and the beginning of longer stories, suits me with delight. Is it just a place for me to project my own writing? Perhaps for now that is true. I suspect I will branch out to explore the tales of other short-story writers at some point.

What I enjoyed the most this past month was the discipline of daily writing, especially since each post was an impromptu effort. Creating related poetry is another part that I liked, so there will probably be more of that, too. Going forward, I intend to create a flexible schedule vs. daily posts.

Thanks to any who stop by to read. Leave a comment or two so I know you've been by. All comments are appreciated.

May Flowers

I remember singing songs about May in grade school. In sing-song rhythm, we repeated the words about May flowers born from April’s showers. On the first day of May, we danced around a pole, a celebration of life emerging from winter darkness, of birth and renewal – fertility, I learned in later years.

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emerge daily
from dense muddy chambers,
arms open, embrace life, petals
speak peace