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Spring Snowstorm
By Mo Conlan
I lie down in this field,
Snowflakes hitting my face
Like so many words
That make a whole poem.
This snow is not cold,
The cold has gone forever.
Beneath its soft white,
green shoots are starting up.
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Haiku
Not a moment too
soon I find the first crocus,
drink in the green buds.
~~Mo Conlan,
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~ Kathy, Mo and Patty
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Kathy reads
Go Set a Watchman by Harper Lee
from the perspective of a writer
who has had to "kill her babies."
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Hail the sun dipping
below Mother Lake; come back
early tomorrow.
~~~~ Photo by EyeSeeLight
Keep On
Keep singing that song,
The one about beauty, hope
And love. Just keep on.
Visit the Daily Haiku archives
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Read the rest of Goodbye Cancer
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There was a little girl named Margretta Todd who loved the color red. The bedspread in the bedroom she shared with her sisters -- Loretta, Henrietta and Tootsie -- was red.
The ball she tossed with her brothers -- Horace, Morris and Boris -- was red.
Most of all, though, Margretta loved red shoes. She wore red play shoes, red boots when it rained, red clogs in the garden. She wore sturdy red work shoes when she helped out at the family's business, the Todd Family Zoo. Margretta even had a pair of shiny red patent shoes for dress-up…. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Here is an excerpt from, Babies' Breath, Kathy's award-winning short story contained in her anthology of the same title: Kathy answers questions Kathy's five-star-reviewed Goodbye Cancer
Patty describes her journey through Cancer-Land
- The only thing I am not behind on is haircuts.
- The only reading materials in the surgeon’s office are cancer magazines and a coffee table book on Spring Grove Cemetery...
Red Shoes ~ A story for middle children and for those who love the color red
Red Shoes~ read the rest
"My heart burned as red-hot as the ancient round stones edging the fire-pit and my tears sizzled and steamed like spit when they fell into the flame." Read on here.
for blogger, Betty Meyette,
about Babies' Breath
at this link: Meyette's Musings
short story collection
can be purchased by clicking :
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How I Became a Redhead ~ Short fiction by Mo
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Perhaps you've wondered about the writers here. If that is so, here is a mini-autobiography of each of us. The three of us agree that writing about ourselves is the most difficult task we've entertained.
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A report
from the real world by Patty
A guide to The Office
More wit and commentary
Inside Patty's writing log
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The latest Ace Spade, PI, story from Mo
Has Ace Spade Found His Olive?
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New book:
"Tai Chi Therapy: The Science of Metarobics" ~
Read the preface
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Visit Mo's Art Gallery
Vase with gold and red
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Haiku-achoo
by Mo Conlan
My mind is balky.
I need to do some haiku –
Break words down to bits.
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Haiku is just right
When don’t really want to write ---
Calming to the brain.
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I’m a stick-el-er
About the syll-la-bage-ing –
Five, seven, five – no more.
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The problem being
What this short is worth reading?
Try to say something.
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Nature is a theme –
Aha, I’m on to something –
Cypress, ginkgo, birch.
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That’s no good at all.
Though small, a poem should sing –
Weave together things.
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It should be at least
In some way poetical;
Metaphorical.
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If I could have just
One more syllable per line,
This baby could soar.
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Some poets will fudge –
Expand or squeeze up a line.
Somehow, I just can’t.
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I’m girded by form.
It wraps me in an embrace
Of words and tight space.
