Weekend Coffee Share 2/10/19

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If we were having coffee together this evening, I’d tell you that this has been a very, very busy week, but I did get a lot of positive things accomplished, so I feel good about it. I’d also tell you that our roads and walkways were so slick today (like snot) that I didn’t go to church this morning. In fact, the pastor cancelled services because he felt it was way too dangerous for people to be out on the roads trying to get to church.

Not only that, we’ve had horribly heavy rains for most of the past two weeks and have been under flash flood warnings almost all of that time. We got a reprieve for two days, but the flash flood warnings kicked back in at noon today, because our temperatures warmed up enough to melt the ice and give us regular rain again. And it’s supposed to rain heavy again tomorrow. This is just too much. I think we’ve seen the sunshine only two days in the last couple weeks.

I’ve been so fed up with this miserably gray world we’ve been living in — also with a good deal of fog — that I finally just sat down to my watercolors today and, in my art journal, I painted myself a bright yellow umbrella. I’ve posted it below so you can see how hard I’m trying to think positively. I titled it “Sunshine In The Rain.”  I’ll be soooooo glad when the real sun comes out to stay and play for several days in row.

Well, I didn’t mean to complain almost the whole time we shared coffee, but I guess it turned out that way. Next time I’ll try to do better. Hope you all have a good week — with no heavy rain or flooding.

 

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Sunshine in the Rain

 


 

Thanks to Eclectic Ali for hosting our coffee share every week. If you’d like to take part, just hop over to her site and get the simple rules.

 

 

 


 

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Daily Post Prompt: Plop

Today’s Daily Post Prompt reminded me instantly of a poem I originally wrote for a writer’s group challenge in September of 2012. But since it fits today’s prompt perfectly, I see no reason not to resurrect it and let it shine again now.

big-rain-plops-cropped-for-background1.jpgI AM A RAINDROP

I am a raindrop.
I’m falling quickly and cannot stop,
So I’m looking for place to plop.

I don’t know where I’d like to be,
But I definitely don’t want to land in the sea.

You see, if I were to land in the sea,
It would be so anti-climactic for me;

I would lose my personal identity,
Even I would no longer recognize me.

No, I must find some place solid instead.
Perhaps on a daisy in a flower bed,

Or a plant so parched it’s almost dead,
Or the page of a book that’s being read.

I must decide as fast as I can;
I’m falling quickly toward some folks on the sand.

So many are out there just getting a tan.
Hello, there, little bald-headed man!

His head sure was tempting, but then a breeze blew,
And drove me off course; what am I to do?

Oh, I see it! I see it! My target’s in view!
Get ready; get ready; I’m landing on you!
Plop!

 

 

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Prompt Nights 12 — Earth Day

GLOBE WITH SMILEYIn honor of “Earth Day” Sanaa, the hostess of “Prompt Nights” has asked us to share a poem about one of the specific elements (wind, water, fire, or earth).  And since I missed last week, I’ll share two poems this week to make up for it: one focusing on rain; the other on wind.

Also, I know I’m going against the tide in my offerings today. I can’t seem to muster a poem that bewails the supposition that man is destroying this planet.  I just do not believe that’s true, so don’t expect poetry from me that goes there. Instead, whimsy is my bent today, so I’m offering a light-hearted look at the short, but significant life of a raindrop and the longer and more powerful life of the wind.

I AM A RAINDROP

I am a raindrop.

And I’m looking for place to plop.
I’m falling quickly and cannot stop.

I don’t know where I’d like to be,
But I definitely don’t want to land in the sea.

You see, if I were to land in the sea,
It would be so anti-climactic for me;

I would lose my personal identity,
Even I would no longer recognize me.

No, I must find some place solid instead.
Perhaps on a daisy in a flower bed,

Or a plant so parched it’s almost dead,
Or the page of a book that’s being read.

I must decide as fast as I can,
I’m falling quickly toward some folks on the sand.

So many are out there just getting a tan.
Hello, there, little bald-headed man!

His head sure was tempting, but then a breeze blew,
And drove me off course; what am I to do?

Oh, I see it! I see it! My target’s in view!
Get ready; get ready; I’m landing on you!

Plop!

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I AM WIND

I blow where I will, and no one can still
My movement.

I rustle the trees and gust where I please
Each moment.

I sweep ‘cross the plains and often drive rain
In torrents.

Raging through canyons, I roar with abandon
And torment.

But sometimes I play; come April or May,
I’m a teaser.

On soft summer nights enrobed in moon’s light,
I’m a pleaser.

I’m gentle and warm, and sweethearts I charm
Into romance.

Then on to the fall, with crisp breeze I call
Leaves to dance.

I carry the scents: burning leaves, bonfires spent
Ripened fruit.

But I bring colder days, frigid nights on the way;
Find those boots.

For I’ll huff and I’ll puff, and the tempts will be tough;
I’ll bring snow.

Though the drifts may be bad, children’s hearts will be glad:
School’s a “no.”

Through the rafters I’ll sing, and my bite – it will sting,
For a while.

But in no time at all, I will bring springtime’s thaw;
Gardens smile.

I lift birds on the wing, and the song that I sing –
It brings rest.

I am wind, and I’m thrilled that I cannot be stilled;
I am blessed.

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Share Your World 2016, Week 7

To take part by sharing your own world, hop over to Cee’s Photography and get the lowdown on how easy it is to share.

 

Question # 1: What are you a natural at doing?TEACHER AT GREEN BOARD

Teaching.  I used to say that I would never be a teacher, but as I grew into adulthood, I just naturally found myself teaching in all kinds of situations, and the next thing I knew I had a teaching degree. I’ve been a public school teacher, private school teacher, Sunday School teacher, Bible Class teacher, Seminar teacher, etc., etc.  I’ve taught English, History, Government, the Bible, Science, Math,Writing, Blogging, and Computer Basics. It’s been a wild ride and mostly very positive. I knew I must be a “natural” at it when a good friend told me once that I was always answering people’s questions before they asked them. He suggested that I would find relationships easier if I stopped doing that.

I might also add that I am a natural at eating as well. (Just want to stay honest.)

 

WINDOWS AND STAIRS FOR ART CENTER  SEPIAQuestion # 2: Would you prefer a one-floor house or multiple levels?

A.  To look at and dream about — or to give to characters in my novels: Multiple Levels.
B.  To own and have to clean and maintain personally: One floor only.

 

 

BOOKS - darkerQuestion # 3: What was your favorite subject in school?

English — both grammar and literature. I think I’m the only person I know who actually loved studying grammar. Diagramming sentences is therapeutic art as far as I’m concerned.

 

 

RAINDROPS AND A CLOUD - CLIPARTQuestion # 4: Complete this sentence: “If only the rain …”

This sounds like one of the writing prompts I give my creative writing students as an exercise in class.  I think I feel a story coming on.  So you all will just have to wait and read the whole story when it’s written and posted.

 

Bonus Question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

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My Mousepad

I’m grateful for a full pound of See’s chocolates given to me by a friend who lives in Florida, but who made a trip to San Diego, and while there, went to See’s Candies and chose a selection of fine chocolates specifically for me, and then delivered them to me here in Illinois.

Next week, I’m looking forward to another session at the healing school that I’m currently teaching. So many people in the school are growing in their knowledge of God’s Word and in their own personal faith, and it’s a great blessing for me to be able to help them.

 

 

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Writing 201: Poetry – Day 1 – Three Water Haiku

I have met several poets in the WordPress community who are masters at haiku. Gilly Goldsworthy at Lucid Gypsy is one of those people. And Dennis Lange, The Bard on the Hill, has created his own unique version of haiku and does beautiful work with it. The form has never been one of my strong points, but I do really enjoy experimenting with it. I got lots of fun out of this assignment, partly because once I got started thinking about all the different kinds of water, I couldn’t decide which kind to write about. So I just posted three totally different takes on the subject. Hope my visitors enjoy them.

RAINDROP

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I am a raindrop.
Sea mist rising gave me birth.
Now I’m headed home.


TEMPTATION

Children Playing in Puddle(Version One)

I
‘m a mud puddle.
As magnet’s force compels iron,
So I draw children.

(Version Two)

Beck’ning mud puddle:
As magnet’s force compels iron,
So it draws children.

(I can’t decide which of the two versions I like better, so I’ll let readers decide for themselves)

SEA OF LOVE

BRENDA'S OCEAN - CROPPEDRomance of the sea:
Waves kissed by the silver moon
Caress yearning sand.

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NaPoWriMo – Day 3 — The Flood

 

We are now to Day 3 of NaPoWriMo, and since our hostess insists that the prompts on the host site are completely optional — and that we are free to write any poem we choose — I have taken the liberty again today to write a poem that I had in my heart.  We have had a whole afternoon and evening of stormy weather and much flash flooding in our area. That situation caused me to feel so much for those who are dealing with fast-rising waters that this poem just rose up in my soul. You will find it just below the picture.

 

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THE FLOOD

Hurry, Tilly, the water’s rising;
We must lead all the horses from the barn.
Hurry, Tilly, the water’s rising;
Find the cow and calf so they don’t come to harm.

Hurry, Tilly, the water’s rising;
Collect all mother’s quilts and hand crochet.
Hurry, Tilly, the water’s rising;
We don’t have much time left in which to get away.

Hurry, Tilly, the water’s rising;
Wrap up the photos and the Bible dear.
Hurry, Tilly, the water’s rising;
We must not take the time right now to shed our tears.

Hurry, Tilly, the water’s rising;
This old beloved home may not last long.
Hurry, Tilly, the water’s rising;
But we’ll still have each other safe, and our love’s strong.

 

 

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September in the Rain

I’m in the mood to listen to the rain. The gentle sound of falling rain has always been soothing to me, and, since this is the month that I think of as the beginning of fall, I acquaint it with autumn rain. So I’m borrowing this lovely video to share with you, and I’ll throw in a happy little rain poem of my own for good measure.

I AM A RAINDROP

I am a raindrop
I’m looking for a place to plop.
I’m falling quickly and cannot stop.

I don’t know where I’d like to be,
But I def’nitely don’t want to land in the sea.

You see, if I were to land in the sea,
It would be so anti-climactic for me.

I would lose my personal identity;
Even I would no longer recognize me.

No, I must find someplace solid instead.
Perhaps on a daisy in a flower bed.

Or a plant so parched it’s almost dead,
Or the page of a book that’s being read.

I must decide as fast as I can.
I’m falling quickly toward some folks on the sand.

So many are out there just getting a tan.
Hello there, little bald-headed man.

His head sure was tempting, but then a breeze blew
And drove me off course; what am I to do?

Oh, I see it! I see it! My target’s in view!
Get ready! Get ready! I’m landing on you!
Plop!

© 2011 Sandra Conner
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