Debbie On Stage

What we remember from childhood we remember forever — permanent ghosts, stamped, inked, imprinted, eternally seen. ~Cynthia Ozick, American writer

I’ve long been fascinated by the theater.

The excitement of opening night, the pageantry, the costumes and props, the music — all of it struck me as a mystery that somehow came together to please both audience and troupe.

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Pandemic Limericks

Adversity introduces a man to himself. ~Author Unknown

No adversity or social distancing here — I’m just a Robin looking for my lunch (and maybe a mate!)

There once was a germ so scary
We saw it afar and grew wary.
We learned it could kill
And that gave us a chill.
We couldn’t afford to tarry.

We scrambled for supplies at the stores
And hastened to lock our front doors.
We washed our hands clean
And watched as the scene
Unfolded across our land’s shores.

Suddenly new terms arose
Coined by those who were pros —
Social distancing,
Economic dwindling.
Anxiety abounds, panic grows.

‘Is this the new normal?’ we ask
As we fasten our protective mask.
Working from home,
Protecting our genome,
What a time-consuming task.

It bears repeating, this refrain.
The truth is oh, so plain —
Our hands we will wash.
This germ we will squash,
And then we can live again.

Wear Some Green

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

May love and laughter light your days,
and warm your heart and home.

May good and faithful friends be yours,
wherever you may roam.

May peace and plenty bless your world
with joy that long endures.

May all life’s passing seasons
bring the best to you and yours!

— Irish blessing

The Dreaded Audition

The two hardest things to handle in life are failure and success. ~Author Unknown

We have a new director for the final half of this semester’s symphonic band (something to do with scheduling, we were told).

At our first practice, she began by praising us for our performance at the previous night’s concert.

So far, so good.

And then the you-know-what hit the fan.

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Not Crazy — Just Grieving

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.  ~Kahlil Gibran, Lebanese-American writer and poet

Fuzzy thinking, decisions must wait,
Novel on hold, can’t concentrate.
Don’t want to design or even to write,
I tell you, my friends, I’m really a sight.

Time creeps along slowly, day becomes night,
I see no way to get rid of my plight.
Temper flares, angry words spill out.
I know I’m a mess and that’s without doubt.

Aching heart and buckets of tears.
‘Is this her new life?’ everyone fears.
No, I’m not crazy, just suffering through grief,
Not forever, I hope, but probably not brief.

No wonder they say that grieving is rough,
But sorrows convince you you’re really quite tough.

Find things you enjoy and take your sweet time
To mourn the departed, perhaps with a rhyme.
Get back into life with things you like best.
Count the blessings with which you’ve been blessed.

Time heals all wounds, or so my dad said,
Tears can be healing, after they’re shed.
Be kind to yourself when all’s said and done.
Recall pleasant memories with that special one.

Lean on family and friends for a while.
Before you know it, you’ll find you can smile.
Can once again get enjoyment from life,
Find hope and happiness after the strife.

Everyone knows that grieving is rough,
But surviving shows you’re really quite tough!

Note: I’m hanging in, my friends. Thanks for your concern and prayers. For those who don’t know, I had to have my beloved Sheltie Dallas put down last week. I miss him every day.

Hoping for Peace

You cannot shake hands with a clenched fist. ~Golda Meir, fourth Prime Minister of Israel

We’ve been told to expect tribulation in the world,

And we don’t have to look far to see a rocky path:

Crowded with thorns and brambles:

More often than not, cold and unforgiving:

But that doesn’t mean we should give up.

Because peace, real peace, is something most of us crave.

Maybe we’ve been focusing too long on the big picture:

And failing to appreciate how interconnected we small humans are:

Maybe we simply need to place one foot in front of the other:

And keep working toward new beginnings of peace:

Get Up!!

The sun has not caught me in bed in fifty years. ~Thomas Jefferson, third president of the United States

Red sky at morning is indicative

Of bad weather to come, so they say.

But oh, what beautiful sky scenes

Such reds, golds, and purples bring!

Who can lie still in bed

When beauty abounds?

Not me! No way!

Phone in hand

I snap

This

Shot

Looking

To the east

At a sunrise

That was so gorgeous

It took my breath away.

Everything was bathed in pink —

Houses, fences, trees, lawns, and more

Glowing a shimmery shade of rose.

Making me glad I was up to see it.

Note: Poetry form is a Double Reversed Etheree. You can find out more about this form here.

Gone But Not Forgotten

We do not remember days; we remember moments. ~Cesare Pavese, Italian poet and novelist

Dog-eared photographs,

Awards and certificates.

Remnants of my past.

 

Movie stubs, medals,

Report cards and recipes.

Moved across country.

 

Stuffed animal friends,

T-shirts, toys, and some trinkets

Preserved, so I thought.

 

Snatched from my clutches

By a cadre of critters.

Can’t steal my memories.

 

Note: This is a series of Haiku. On a personal note, the nasty shed has been hauled off (along with the pesky interlopers) and once again, Dallas is master over his yard. Now, to research what I can plant in its place next spring, keeping in mind the site gets only morning sun — any suggestions?

Wacky Wednesday

Milton (on left): I’m not moving.

Otis (on right): But I want to go north, and you’re in the way.

Milton: Too bad.

Otis: C’mon, bro, humor me. I’d move for you.

Milton, snorting: Yeah, right.

Otis: Really. Don’t you remember I moved yesterday so you could tightrope south?

Milton: I don’t remember that.

Otis: Well, I did. Now, move!

Milton: Nope. Not happening.

Otis: So how can I get over you to the pole?

Milton: Hm, let’s see. Pole vault?

Otis: You’re kidding, right?

Milton: Guess you’ll have to wait til I decide to move.

Otis: Oh, bother. I’ll just drop to the ground then.

Milton: Wait, there’s a dog down there!

Note: No squirrels were harmed here. Otis dropped to the evergreen, then went on his merry way. Milton left when he felt like it.

Handling Change

When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves. ~Viktor Frankl, Austrian neurologist, psychiatrist, and Holocaust survivor

We got a new symphonic band director this semester, and to say the transition has been smooth would be stretching it.

A lot.

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