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Happy New Year: My One Little Word 2022

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Ready or not, here it comes. Hello 2022. I'd like to say I'm excited about a new year, but the last two have made me somewhat cautious.   When I was a kid, my great grandmother had a cottage that was just a quick walk from a lake. My brother and I used to venture to the end of the road and sit on a large concrete slab that had been placed by the water. One of my favorite things to do when we were there was pick up rocks and throw them into the water. I could throw rocks and watch the ripples for hours. In that time, I learned that the size of the rock wasn't the only thing that determined its ripple. In addition to size, the shape also could impact the ripple as could the way it was thrown.   I carried my love of watching ripples in water to most any creek, pond, lake or river I visited. I'm not sure if it was the throwing of the stone, watching the ripples that resulted, or the actual quest for the perfect stone that I enjoyed the most. Of course, throwing rocks into a

Poetry Friday Roundup is Here!

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  It's Poetry Friday! Welcome! Click the Mr. Linky button at the end of this post to add your link to this week's collection. Of course, if you'd just like to enjoy a little poetry, you can click the button to view linked posts for this week's event.  Welcome, Poetry Friday Community. You're in the right place. Yes, I'm honored to be hosting this week's Poetry Friday event - and all of you!  I'm rolling out the red carpet and... putting out the welcome mat... for YOU!  I'm so excited to have you here today. I wanted to use this space today to thank you. You see, I have been popping in and out of Poetry Friday for years. I'm always so thankful for all of you and all that you share.  Like many of you, poetry is my North Star. Though I may wander, I always find myself coming back. My hope is to post poems with the community, but sometimes a poem doesn't find its way to me - and I've learned to be patient. There are times, I just wander the b

Poetry Friday: The Trees Know

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  It's Poetry Friday!  Today’s roundup  is hosted by Michelle Kogan .  Stop by to enjoy some poetry and/or leave a link. 

Poetry Friday: Liberation

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  Image by  Vicki Becker  from  Pixabay   Joined.      Entwined.                Twisted.         Snarled. Tangled. patience,             slow breaths,      steady hands,                              clear mind, close look,        gentle moves.     disentangled:  FREE. © Cathy L. Mere, 2021 It's Poetry Friday!  Today’s roundup  is hosted by Mary Lee Hahn at  A(Nother) Year of Reading . Stop by to enjoy some poetry and/or leave a link. 

Poetry Friday: Autumn Celebrity

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  Autumn Celebrity  Green says goodbye.  as I waltz in;  the great fall dance,  set to begin.  In morn' I rise  into the sky,  to shine a light   you can't deny.  I'm the lead of  Halloween shows,  showcased on porches  with eyes aglow.  I dress flowers  and brighten leaves,  dotting mountains,  covering trees.  I crackle in fires.   I dance in flames.  I am the spark,   you cannot tame.  I arrive with friends:  crimson and gold.  I am the one, whose color is bold. As nights grow cool, both near and far; I am orange. I am the star. © Cathy L. Mere, 2021 It's Poetry Friday!  Today’s roundup  is hosted by Linda Baie at Teacher Dance . She's hosting a Halloween party so I thought I'd pay a little tribute to the colors of fall.  Stop by to enjoy some poetry and/or leave a link. 

Slice of Life: Back to My Sisterly Ways

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Dear Reader, I hope you won't think less of me after reading about my  duplicitous  ways... Monday "That's the sister I remember," my brother texted Monday evening just before game time.  I glanced out my car window at the fall mountain colors and had to laugh. It was a cruel move.  Flashback: Sunday Night  In our family fantasy league, I was matched against my brother in football and basketball for the week. My basketball team was taking care of themselves, but our football matchup score was 108.8 to 108.6 at the end of Sunday night football - and I was losing. Barely, but losing.  Upon close examination, I realized we each had left two spots empty on our team. In the busyness of an out-of-town trip, I had forgotten to add my kicker. While I had been hard at play, my brother, a superintendent in education, had evidently been hard at work and forgotten to add his defense. (Now you all know it isn't fair to pick on educators right now, but a sister has to do what a

Poetry Friday: Indulgence

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A road trip inspires (using that word loosely) a humorous poetry confession.  About once a year, I fall. Temptation too much for resistance. Golden Arches taunt me, call me, pull me; coaxing. Two all beef patties, special sauce, all of it, too much  to resist. Self-control doesn’t last  all year. Surrendering. Without regret. © Cathy L. Mere, 2021 It's Poetry Friday!  Today’s roundup  is hosted at Jama’s Alphabet Soup .  Stop by to enjoy some poetry and/or leave a link.