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Thursday, November 11, 2010

Jack's Gremlins.... Part 6

Finally back to my tale of Jack and his family...  Sorry for the delay, life was a bit overwhelming, quite a bit busy throughout all of October.  Hopefully you all remember the storyline (you can find links to the other, previous parts on the right hand side of my blog page).  And, as usual, I am linking this part of the tale to Magpie Tales hosted by the lovely Willow.  This weeks photo prompt #40 is shown here.  You can also explore poetry and tales by other spectacular writers just by following the links from there.  Again, thank you to all of my readers for patiently awaiting this next section.  Hope you enjoy...



Magpie Tales #40
'Pops, it's beautiful... but what is this monkey thing?' I asked.  'Well sweetie, it's the mighty monkey deity in the Indie religious beliefs.  Its called the Hanuman,' answered Pops.  'It's believed that if you recite the Hanuman Mantra, that it helps in overcoming fear... it is also believed one will be blessed with courage and wisdom.'  'Where did it come from Pops?  Why did Mom have it?,' I asked.  'Because your Uncle Jack gave it to her when she was in high school.  He was doing a history project, and in his research he came across this and thought your mother would really like it.'  'Wow, the stones are beautiful, and the story about the monkey god thing is wonderful.  Didn't she like it?'  'Yes, she just felt it was too large to wear, the shield thing, so she was going to hang it in here on the wall.  She had gotten the material to use as a backdrop.  You know, one of the projects that she never quite finished.... maybe we could finish it for her, together.  What do you think?'  'Oh Pops, I would love to work on it with you.  What was she going to put it in or on, to display it?,' I asked.  'I'm not sure, but I'm sure if we keep our eyes open when we go shopping, we could find just the right frame,' Pops said as he looked at his watch.  'How about I go down and make some dinner and check on your brother.  You put all this stuff up and then come down and get washed up.' he said as he stood up and headed for the stairs.  'Okay Pops, I'll be down in just a few minutes....'

When I was walking down the stairs, I could smell the chicken baking... I knew I better hurry, it must have taken me a while to put the albums back and put the cloth with the necklace back in the box.  I made sure I had wrapped it gently around the stones and the shield, just like Mom had left it, but then placed the box on her desk, so when we got the frame we could find it easily.  I rushed into the bathroom and washed up for dinner, then as I was walking down the hallway past Jack's room, I saw him playing on the floor with Toby.  'Come on Jack, smells like dinner is almost ready.  Let's get you washed up so we can eat,' I said as I entered his room.  Toby jumped up, her toenails clicking on the wooden floors, and meandered over to the top of the stairs, looking back toward the doorway.  Jack got up from the floor and we went into the bathroom and I turned on the water for him.  He put his small hands under the water and I reminded him to use the soap.  I could hear Pops calling, 'Jack, dinner time, can you tell your sister it's ready?'  I poked my head out of the bathroom, 'We were just getting washed up, be right down.'  Jack rinsed the soap from his hands and turned off the water as I handed him the small towel from the bar.  Jack wiped his hands and dropped the towel on the sink and raced for the stairs.  I folded the towel and placed it back on the bar on the wall.

When I got down to the kitchen, Jack and Pops were already sitting at the table, waiting for me to catch up.  I sat down and we began to eat our meal, chicken, baked potatoes, dressing and corn.  The smells from the food were wafting throughout the kitchen, and something else, apples or something.  Jack was eating his chicken leg and asked, 'What's for desert Pops?' a smile beaming across his face.  Pops answered, 'Well, when your Uncle Howard came by this morning, he left us an apple pie.  Said him and Jack picked them fresh from their tree. I thought you might...'  'Oh boy, apple pie is my favorite!  Can I have some now?' beamed Jack.  I reminded him, 'I think you need to finish your food first.'  Pops continued my answer saying, 'It'll take a bit for it to cook, so maybe after your bath tonight.'  You could see the smile drain from Jack's face and his lower lip sticking out as he pouted.  Pops turned to me, 'Sweetie, I was thinking about the Hanuman necklace.  What do you think if we did some checking into and maybe we could find the Mantra and somehow put it with the necklace in the frame?...'  Jack interrupted, 'What's the mantra and the hanu...?'  'Okay,' I answered, 'or maybe we could ask Uncle Jack about it.  Maybe he would know where to find one.'  Pops answered, 'That's a really good idea.  He's coming for dinner with your Uncle Howard tomorrow, maybe you could ask him then.'  Jack again asked, 'What's the hanum?'  Pops turned to Jack and explained that it was a monkey god and that Uncle Jack had given a necklace with it on it to Mom.  'Can I see it sometime?  Are you sure the apple pie isn't ready yet?'  Pops answered him, 'No, about another 20 minutes, how about we go get your bath done and then you can have your apple pie... Are you finished with your dinner?'  Jack jumped up from the table and raced up the stairs ahead of Pops.  I sat quietly finishing my dinner thinking about the necklace, thinking about Uncle Jack giving it to Mom...  I wondered about Uncle Jack, if he was always so serious, if Pops didn't want him around us without someone else, 'an adult' around, why did he do things like giving Mom the necklace?  He seemed pretty nice, okay I mean, when he brought Jack the collection of leaves and stuff at the hospital.  I wondered...

I got up from the table and started clearing the dishes into the sink.  I filled it with soapy water and started washing them, when I heard Pops and Jack walking back down the stairs.  'Is it ready, is it ready?' Jack asked as they rounded the doorway into the kitchen.  Pops answered, 'I think it probably is, let me just check it.'  Pops opened the oven, grabbed the potholders and lifted the pie out setting it on the stove.  Pops pulled down three smaller plates as Jack pulled forks from the drawer for all of us and jumped into his chair, that big old smile stretched across his face, 'Is it ready?'  'Honey, why don't you come have some pie, then we can finish the dishes.'  Pops placed the first plate with pie in front of Jack, reminding him that it would be hot.  We all sat quietly savoring the flavors of the pie, the apples still slightly crisp, a hint of cinnamon in the crust.  After we all finished, Pops went up with Jack to tuck him into bed and I finished up washing the last of the dishes.  Then I went up to my room to get ready for bed, I was pretty tired after spending most all of the day sifting through all the wonderful crafts and albums still up in Mom's space.  As I layed down on the bed, pulling the covers up, Pops poked his head in the doorway and said, 'Goodnight sweetie.  See you in the morning.'  I layed in the darkness, listening, thinking until I slowly drifted off to dreamland....

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Elusive Remains...

This poem has been wanting to be written for a very long time.  Recently I was a little closer to a situation that hit hard on my heart, making fresh old memories in time, probably freeing the words from deep within my being.

Elusive Remains...

Somewhere in the darkness of the night,
Should I answer, could this be the day,
That wonderful day when you just might,
Might be standing beyond the doorway...

The phone ringing, please let it be you,
'Unknown Caller' across the display,
My heart  in my throat, skips a beat too,
If only someone, somewhere would say...

The news that you have been waiting for,
I called, saw him earlier today,
It was here in town, down by the store,
He asked to see you, if not he may...

Elusive remains, mysteries too,
What happened on that long ago day,
Everyone searching, looking for you,
At a distance, I guess you must stay...

One day, somewhere in time, I will know,
Whether or not, that you are okay,
For now my heart breaks, I can not show,
Always to wonder, where do you lay...

Hoping and praying, this I must do,
Searching myself to find a new way,
Wondering always, could that be you,
Beheld in my heart, always this day.

Petrina Lesko
November 2010

 I am linking this poem to One Shot Wednesday - week 19. 

Monday, November 8, 2010

The Fortress

She wandered the forest trail, searching to find,
Wood branches, boulders, exactly the kind.
The one piece to fit what she had in mind,
The structure was strong, with mortice did bind.

Years of placing each stone within its wall,
Planning with care, never these stones to fall.
With mortice and wood, each piece be to all,
Boards carried the weight, the burden was tall.

To shores she did travel, ends of the earth,
In search of those bigger, a stronger worth,
Carry the load, held...  to measure the girth,
Placed the last boulder, filling her with mirth.

Her fortress was strong, now safe she would be,
Hidden from the world, where no one could see.
Safe beyond her walls, a solace  for she,
No harm penetrates, held away from thee.

Close to her fortress, always did she stay,
Alone in her world, the pain could not play.
Yet loneliness engulfed her all of the day,
And down on her knees fell her soul to pray.

Then as she began to wander from here,
Searching the world, something to hold dear.
Her being still frail, her heart filled with fear,
Into the fortress, you dared to come near.

You took her hand, led her away from there,
A whole new world, beautiful, you did share.
These walls her fortress be, down you would tear,
For in her heart, you shared love and then care.

To shores she does travel, ends of the earth,
In search of those better, a stronger worth,
Carry the load, held... allow her rebirth,
Replaced solitude, filling up her dearth.

With her you share because you are her friend,
The fortress is gone, love her way did send.
She wanders the forest trails, around the bend,
This tale does she tell, and now it is penned.

I am linking this poem to Jingle Poetry - Poetry Potluck Monday.  This weeks topic was Buildings, Landmarks and Monuments.


PS... I am going to also link this poem with One Shot Wednesday.  Hope everyone enjoys.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Reflecting the Soul

Sometimes, when the everyday pace of this world
Becomes more than one can bear, the friction
Fighting within ones being, the friction growing
Like a weed in the garden, overtaking the soul.

One must pause for a few reflective moments,
Looking within the mirrors of our being, just
For a slight pause of silence, to see the ripples
Growing larger, encompassing our being too.

As the ripples disipate within these moments,
Looking to the depths of our soul, searching
For answers not seen as the world whips by
On the winds of our days, we must rest here.

Taking time to reflect on all that fills our days,
Assessing if these days flying by our being,
Are they truly filled with what our heart desires?
Moving in the direction of winds giving flight.

Or do we need to let our soul take heed,
Listening to the friction and the pause now,
Do we need to let the ripples lead our soul
In a new and exciting direction finding peace.

A new seed planted, tears of days gone by,
Weathered by the seasons, nurtured by one
Heart, grow into the blossom of days to come,
To flourish within the ripples reflecting the soul.


This post was written in response to a couple of weekly prompts, the first being #240 - Friction todays prompt over at Sunday Scribblings and the second was Prompt 141: Pause over at One Single Impression.  I hope you enjoyed this post.

This Moment in Time - One Shoot Sunday

 The following poem was inspired by the photo prompt found on One Shoot Sunday  today over at One Stop Poetry.  Hope you enjoy.

This Moment in Time

Clouds gliding across the soft lit skies,
Biases joining on the quilts of time,
Tenderly seeking the intimacy beyond,
The skies dressed in pillow covers.

She drifts into her dreams left here,
His sloop beyond the horizon floats,
The ebb of the tides, the storm, the night,
The outstretched arms of passion await.

The sea connecting each to the other,
Gently caressing from beneath her,
The waves pounding over the hull,
Separated, yet one, by this moment in time.

Ilachinski Skies of Skye
You can see more photographs by Andy Ilachinski at his gallery at  http://www.sudden-stillness.com/  or check out his blog at http://tao-of-digital-photography.blogspot.com/.  He is featured and interviewed today on One Shoot SundayOne Stop Poetry.  To read other responses to this photo prompt by some fabulous poets click here.


Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Identity Crisis

Watching me watch you,
IDENTITY CRISIS HERE
Fishbowl feeling how?


Magpie Tales #39



Just love the interpretation of facial expressions...    For other cute takes on this wonderful photo prompt, check out  Magpie Tales hosted by Willow.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Dampened by Autumn Tears

The following poem was written for my first attempt at One Shot Wednesday Week 18.

Dampened by Autumn Tears

The season before us, its aquiescence to decree,
Colorful explosion of burning leaves,
Only to fall laden upon the earth.
Time a labyrinth of days dampened by autumn tears,
Eyes eager to fall upon the Hinterland trails.

The tides faintly disturbing the still silence of the night,
Like falling ashes does the darkness come,
Seeking the saltry dance upon the shore.
Riverbeds pulsing like veins within the arid land,
Ears struggling to find solace in your rhythmic heart.

Yet can a soul to hibernation flee away from pain,
Before ones losses of these days dost count,
Upon life's journey, this soul could be lost.
Stillness encumbers the time and space of my being,
To my heart my friends did come, within me lies hope.