The Old Grandfather Clock

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I dedicate this poem to Charlene and Harold and their wonderful family.  I thank Charlene for sharing with me the story of Harold’s Grandfather’s barn.

Against the wall there it stands
Near the window
with un-working hands
Dark walnut wood
crafted by her husband’s cousin
from the farm barn that stood
on Grandfather’s land
for more than a century
in the northern part of Missouri
She and her husband travelled
by truck to carry away
this practical piece of marvel
Home to New Mexico to stay
To sit for years of enjoyment
And to prompt the story for today
She sat sharing eloquently
Sitting quietly thinking
about how decades now have past
since the clock has spent
time day and night just so
in weathered sun-bleached splendor
as Grandfather’s beloved barn
that everyone had come to know

© 2015 Merriam Kathaleen

DESERT VIEW

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Slow gentle-kissed                                                                    Tall golden grasses                                                                    idly bow to and fro                                                                      To sweet desert breezes                                                          they have come to know

© 2015 Merriam Kathaleen

 

 

 

Triumphant

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I dedicate this poem to my son, Mark.  I thank you for all the countless hours we have spent in long discussions of how you and I wait patiently for God’s divine guidance.  How we have spent time and again talking about “Man plans his way, God determines his steps”  I LOVE you so very much my dear son. 

As we sit in long-awaited anticipation
Surely the best virtue by far will be
patience rendered hopefully

Wait, we can hear so plainly now
That of course, clear as the bell
imagination, the answer will tell

Where has this come from?
Have we heard it before?
Will we desire it that much more?

Can it be our mind thoughtlessly
will play a trick we cannot see
For, truly if this is so

Solidly on rock-hard ground, not sand!
Firmly our feet in exaltation shall stand!
We will pronounce gladly our answer profound!

For, lo we will know
after all we have done
Triumphantly our patience has won!

©2015 Merriam Kathaleen

Desert Repast

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Here in Las Cruces the morning dawned wide and silver bright.  The sun was hidden behind clouds trying to peer through.  The sun’s rays instead of a golden yellow were platinum silver and  were spreading this majestic hue everywhere I looked.  Soon the clouds began to build dark as though sketched in charcoal.  All of a sudden the sky opened up pouring out a delightful light shower of rain drops to quench the parched earth.  With a week of mild to warmish temperatures here in our waterless southwest this moisture repast was gladly received by our desert landscape.  The rain though gentle and not the torrential downpour that comes in the springtime did not last very long but was joyfully taken in by every bush, the dry grasses and of course the ever present weeds.  When day after day of bright sunshine is what we are given here in our desert home and the dry vegetation wonders where the next drink is coming from this wonderful silver morning of rain was a welcome gift.

FINCH MERRY-GO-ROUND

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Today while looking out the window I saw the most joyful sight.  The wind was gently blowing the fans on the ceiling of the patio roof.  As one fan merrily twirled round I saw two tiny finches sitting and catching a ride on the fan’s blades.  The desert wind was first blowing from the east lazily turning the fan in one direction.  Then the wind blew from the southwest and the fan turned in the reverse direction.

I sat in my chair, eyes glued to the view I saw through the kitchen windows.  The finches sat perched on the blades enjoying their ride.  I swear I could see them smiling.  Well, at the very least I’m sure I saw a twinkle in their eyes.

The little birds sat there not wanting to leave.  These finches looked so relaxed as they rode around.  I knew I had to get up from my chair and attend to some chores but, instead I also sat there not wanting to leave this sight I was privileged to be a part of.  I decided that I would sit there in pure joy, let the chores wait, and feel the happiness these two little birds were sharing with me.

My Blog Has My Back

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The reason I write a Blog may not be the standard of why other writers write a Blog.  I have been writing for most of my life.  Most of my writings have ended up on scrap paper, napkins, post-it-notes and lined paper notebooks.  I pretty much was just writing for myself and these forms seemed OK to me.  Then, in early 2000 I joined a poetry writing group.  Because of this I finally started to use the word processor program of my computer which gave me a digital record of my writings.  I no longer needed to keep loose papers with my words scrawled all over them.  I was thrilled, I was able to keep files of my writings without the actual physical files cluttering up my home office.  Plus, I could easily print out any of my writings and doubly plus (and most important to me) my writings were safely ensconced in these digital records inside my computer.

OR SO I THOUGHT!  All of a sudden, out of the blue, one day the worst thing that can happen to a computer happened to my laptop.  IT CRASHED!!!!!.  Yep, completely gave up the ghost and died.  I was now without my “trusty companion” (I can’t tell you how many hours I spent daily on my laptop).  I had no way to access the internet and horrors upon horrors I had no way to access my “safe” files of writing.  Oh my files were safe all right!  Safely tucked into the digital insides of my laptop with no way to get to them as long as my computer would not start.  And no, I was not smart enough to make a backup of my files.  So, there I was, lost with no way back except to get another laptop and start over.

Thank goodness the IT guy at my work was able to save my files from my hard drive and install them on my new laptop.  All was not lost!  I was up and running on the internet and happily wordprocessing again.  I still had all my writings available to me and all was well.  That is until this second laptop crashed and died.

Did I learn my lesson the first time.  Nope!  I didn’t!  I did not backup my files so when computer death came again I was completely out of luck. I was so out of luck this time even my hard drive could not give me access to my writing files.  However, even tough I did not backup my files on a flash drive I had at least made a print out of every one of my writings which filled a thick binder.  I had not lost my writings after all.  They were in physical form and not digital.  Again, I was content.

Fast forward to moving day.  I packed up my writing binders where I could keep them with me as the moving guys loaded all my furniture and belongings to be stored for a couple of months.  I safely put my binders in the cab of the moving truck and off we went to the storage place.  Little did I know that my binders would get lost never for me to see again.  My writings were gone.  Everything I had written in the way of poems and short stories for the last 10 years was gone.

I moved on.  There was nothing I could do.  My only consolation was that I guess I no longer needed my writings I had tried so hard to keep with me.  I moved on and started over.  Only this time my decision to start writing again was made not only from a creative decision it was made from a very practical one as well.  I was going to start a blog and my blog was going to be the “safety deposit box” that held my work.  OK!  I now knew what I was going to do for the safety of my writing, but, I didn’t have a clue as to where or how I would start a Blog.  Enter WordPress.

I had learned about WordPress when I lived in San Jose, California.  At that time I worked on developing a WordPress Blog with a friend of mine for her environmental concerns about Ecuador.  I was super impressed with WordPress.  So, when I moved here to Las Cruces, New Mexico with the loss of my writings still stinging me I decided to try out WordPress for myself.

Voila!  I soon had a Blog up and running.  (For a Luddite like me that is quite a feat).  I was thrilled because not only was I writing again I was also “collecting” my writings.  I was collecting my writings to never be lost again.  I realized that no matter what happened to my computer or computers (in case I have to get another if this current one does the “dive”) my writings would always be safe.  With a Blog I have a way to store my writings safely.  Through this Content Management System (CMS) I will always have access to what I write.  I am tremendously happy that my Blog has my back and that my writings have their own “security blanket” located on the world-wide web. This need for a “security blanket” was definitely my main reason for starting and writing my Blog.  Having a space for journaling is important as well and sharing with people who come to my Blog is a great extra for me.

What a relief this is!!!!!!  What a blessing!

Winter Wonderland Vision

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This morning as I stared in awe and wonder I watched the landscape out the window turn into a beautiful fully developed winter wonderland.  For someone like me who grew up on the golden beaches of Santa Cruz, California a winter scene such as I saw today here in Las Cruces, New Mexico was a glorious repast for my eyes as well as my imagination.  As I watched, this poem began dancing in my mind.

As I watched unfold before me

A Winter Wonderland of awe

took place through clear glass windows

My Imagination grew wildly!

My eyes fully began to see!

Fairy princesses dressed in

gossamer white lace finery

Floating in the air dancing

while a full orchestra boldly played

with exquisite detail and flair

Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker Serenade

Glissades lead into Pirouettes of brilliance

as snowflake shape after snowflake

became beloved Sugar Plum Fairies

with twirls and spins dipping now and again

Nary a one left behind

they crisscrossed each path vividly

Then joined in place streaming, gliding

they softly began their sliding!

Faster and faster moving joyfully to fall!

One by one performed their Arabesques

so smoothly as they all

gently landed on the ground below

with their much deserved bow

© 2015 Merriam Kathaleen

 

Kitty Cats Christmas (A Poem For Amber And Jet)

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This Christmas the two household cats decided to celebrate in their own special way.  Amber and Jet are two-year old black cats of the rare Bombay Breed.  This poem is dedicated to their very “unique” personalities. 

The Christmas tree was brought in sparkly in all of its winter pine needle finery

Ready to be decorated with heirloom ornaments, to celebrate the season with favored adornments

White crystal bells along with wooden treasures and red and silver balls were hung with pleasure

The family was pleased with this site, especially, when the tree was strung with all of the lights

Sister, brother, mother, father and grandmother too, admired their beautiful Yuletide view

As they knew that Christmas was started now, they stood back to look at each lovely bough

They talked of the past, shared stories together; Hugged, sang and laughed with each other

While merriment and joy filled the room, almost forgotten, idly batting at some very loose cotton

Two family members sat in the corner away from the rest; Plotted and planned their big midnight zest

Amber and Jet curled up, black tails wrapped around paws; Stared in rapture at what they saw

They waited patiently til all were asleep to begin their much anticipated holiday treat

Soon darkness surrounded the beautiful tree; Amber and Jet set out on their spree

They nibbled the needles, deftly batted colored balls, red and silver rolled all over the halls

Oh what a fun time they had, chasing ornaments to and fro; Never admitting this was naughty or bad

In the morning their adventure was found; The house awoke to the tree brought down

Amber and Jet sat patiently on the floor by its side, dreaming of pine needles broken and dried

Two sets of golden-colored eyes filled with wonder, recalling their marvelous night of plunder

©2015 Merriam Kathaleen

MY SIGHTING OF DECEMBER 21, 2012

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Even now two years later I am speechless about what I saw. Today, December 21, is an anniversary of sorts for me.  Two years ago on December 21, 2012 I had the most awesome experience of my life.

Around 7:00 pm on Friday night December 21, 2012 I was walking on Main Street in downtown Las Cruces, New Mexico when I looked up in the Eastern sky and saw not one but two UFO craft.  These craft were much larger than pinpoints of light.  In fact, they were both larger then a 1/4 and a 1/2 of the full moon respectively.  I stood watching the craft for about 10 minutes.  I watched the smaller craft disappear into the larger craft.

I will not go into all the details in this post because I will be writing in more detail about this experience in a future post.  In this post I just wanted to acknowledge this date in history for me on the second year anniversary of my sighting.

I will say this, that December 21, 2012 was the Winter Solstice as well as the much anticipated end of the Mayan Calendar.  For me to have had this sighting on such an auspicious day is still a lot for me to fathom even two years later.

For those who are interested in reading a very detailed report of my sighting that I submitted to the Mutual UFO Network (MUFON) you can go to the MUFON website link http://www.mufon.com/  and enter my CASE #47729.  I warn you that my detailed report is 9 pages long.  The reason it is so long and detailed is that I realized that everything I did prior to my sighting was of great significance and was integral to my sighting.  In my report I go into detail about the months of research I did after my sighting in order to support the fact that what I saw was neither a man-made nor an astronomical explanation.

I have always felt that there is so much more to our existence here on earth and that we are an integral part of a vastly wider yet unknown universal existence.  My sighting two years ago has helped me understand this to a greater extent then I could ever imagine.