Mindful Writing Challenge 2013... Join us!

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  1. A ball of light slides earthward.
    Hidden, the moon wanes.
    Awake past midnight --
    Must be a new year.

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  2. Soft pillow
    Soft sheets
    Soft blanket
    Hard to get out of bed

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  3. White sun
    Moonless night
    Remind us we dwell
    In gray

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  4. Rhododendron leaves hang
    like green fangs
    this frigid morning

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  5. Our spines
    the center poles
    of our meditation tents

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  6. In the womb of night a pixel of light

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  7. Half-frog pose
    on algae-green sheets
    breathing into my pale belly

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  8. 34 warm degrees:
    Rhododendron leaves bask
    Open and long as surfboards

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  9. Over my head in darkness
    A honking V of geese aims itself
    Toward the space between
    Orion's belt and sword.

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  10. Early morning thunder:
    Trash pickup day.

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  11. Last night:
    Snow-eating fog

    This morning:
    Grass, mud

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  12. Another winter morning
    Veils herself with
    A scarf of fog.

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  13. Each of her fingers wanders
    In its own direction

    Never again to meet
    Over buttons, wooden spoons,

    Or fit between
    Her husband's fingers.

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  14. Hi Claire... This is an interesting approach to blogging. Do you write all your posts in the comments? :-)
    I've been writing my small stones on my blogspot blog.
    http://positivekismet.blogspot.com/2013/01/musings-trust.html
    Eliz

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    1. Hi Elizabeth! As you can see, I am not much of a blogger and this is not much of a blog. I just thought I would keep all of my small stones in one post. I am really enjoying this challenge. Are you? I checked out your blogs and love the combination of the beautiful photos and the quotes and your comments... a real blog! I enjoy your voice!

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    2. TY Claire! I'm new to the small stones and tend to say too much but I'm enjoying it. :-)

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  15. JANUARY IS LIKE THAT

    Four days
    Of snow-eating fog

    On the fifth day:
    Snow

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  16. Sun lights the spines of books, waking their colors: scarlet chartreuse cyan and cream

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    1. So evocative! :) I like this one a lot. :)

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  17. I love your stones... each one is beautifully different. :-)
    Eliz

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  18. Oyster shells on park bench in moonlight: gulls' dinner dishes.

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  19. Frigid, the wind flows in torrents
    About the house tonight.
    I float, placid, on my heating pad.

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  20. on an assyrian relief


    the genie's muscled calf
    etched so finely
    i believe i could put my hand through
    alabaster

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  21. The clamor of bridges being built in the night

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  22. I like the idea of bridges built at night... so true and like life and our effort in it. :-)
    Eliz

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  23. A rash of cold days
    Forces us inside
    Ourselves.

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  24. 8 degrees --
    And the rhododendron leaves
    Hang like green straws.

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  25. Rainbow
    hula-hooping around
    a fading sun

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  26. Day blushes herself awake --
    her pastel glow spreading
    above the airport runway
    up and over the hill
    our barren yard the park
    down to the harbor
    to find her reflection
    ringed with ships visiting
    from the world
    tugs tanks of heating oil
    the gestating bridge

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  27. light softens

    wind freshens

    as if to hurry the day

    away

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  28. Pale morning
    and sodden

    Discussion
    in the rhododendron

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  29. Streams of bird-words in the trees this morning

    none of them sound like spring

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    1. Claire -- it's almost the end of the month -- and I am just figuring out how to get to everyone's blog from the daily posts (double clicking - duh!!) I am a wordpress blogger, and I have not figured the ins and out of Blogger. I've enjoyed your daily stone offerings. Thank you for sharing.

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    2. Thank you so much! I have enjoyed your stones as well! In fact, I loved the whole process! Maybe I will continue. Will you?

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  30. The Food Terminal
    This morning
    Is a bowl of soup:

    Wood smoke
    Spiced meat

    Stirred into gas fumes
    From the highway

    And fog.

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  31. Today
    that same bowl

    emptied of
    every shred
    of fog and scent

    dried by
    insistent winds

    and covered by
    another bowl:

    white dumplings
    floating
    in blue broth

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  32. The midwinter sun
    Is generous today

    Sharing a touch
    Of its brilliance
    With every ivy leaf

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  33. Face to dark sky
    hundreds of cold kisses
    from snowflake lips.

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  34. This morning I caught the twiggy forsythia dreaming of yellow...

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  35. Newborn day yawns:
    the rumble of dump-trucks

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  36. (Winter Storn Nemo makes its way toward us)

    8:39 am: Our yard a veiled threat...

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  37. Rows of houses
    Tuck themselves in
    For approaching night,
    Pull snowdrifts closer.

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  38. Sleep -- will you be my valentine tonight?

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  39. I leaned out the window
    to smell the new snow

    And roused a bird from its rest

    Startled
    Its wings & my heart
    Beat inside a nest
    Of darkness and star.

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  40. Today's white sun

    transparent, cloudy

    brings to mind

    the Valley of the Kings

    and the moon-shaped

    hand-hewn

    alabaster jar

    I left there...

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  41. our ice-moat melts
    washes away

    leaves us open
    to rumors of mongols

    springing
    through the woods

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  42. winter surrenders
    rumbles through the downspout

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  43. Yesterday’s squirrel –
    One paw gripping branch
    As the opposite foot
    Scratched the winter
    From his coat, frantic
    To begin again, clean.

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  44. Six words on Holy Saturday:

    Light attempts to penetrate my tomb.

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  45. In the early
    before all senses wake
    there is sight:

    blink
    sun butters the curtains
    blink
    a cardinal flits to a branch
    blink
    the cardinal lifts off

    blink
    his song from the cherry

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