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Friday, August 31, 2007

Fib for an Eclipse

swings across
summer's bruise-black sky
August steps out with an eclipse

Digital Photo taken without a tripod at 2:30AM on August 28, 2007
North of Summer, A Decade of Poetry is available at Lulu Publishing

Thursday, August 30, 2007

At the Edge


A shadow understrokes
the open window
rises, crosses glass,
hides tight against the eaves
frees the pane
for southbound sun.


Shuttered eyes screen the truth
I know the end
before you mouth a word.

Original watercolor edited in IrfanView

Near Year of Tumblewords Blog, as e-book, is available at Lulu Publishing

An Open Window prompt from Poetry Thursday

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Separation Panic in August

be gone, be gone
don't flaunt your best
before you hit the road
don't try to dazzle me
season my sorrow
I know you're on your way
no matter what I say
don't tease
be gone, be gone
pigment's no trade
for pitch-dark nights
partial days

Digital Photo by Sue
North of Summer, a Decade of Poetry, is available at Lulu Publishing

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Kilo and Ryder

bliss full

soft as a secret

kitty hug

Photo originally published in I Love Cats magazine.

For today's prompt: One Deep Breath

Monday, August 27, 2007

Timely Present

My mirror had a birthday
and I refused to party.
Wrinkles she shed upon my brow
are disingenuous at best
and I refused to party.
Tossed a blackened rag
across her face,
set the lights on dim
watched the breath of nature
condense upon the walls.
I need a bigger chunk of
chocolate each and every day
to keep my wishbone activated
and thoughts of aging held at bay.

Fractal created in Fractal Explorer
North of Summer is available at Lulu Publishing

Sunday, August 26, 2007

That Sinking Feeling

I get a sinking feeling when I:

know family members hurt and I can't fix them

learn I haven't learned much

find people fully motivated by money and fame

see the beautiful countryside torn asunder by development

see clear lakes infested with waste

see leaders increase their wages while the poor, young, and old starve

learn that wars haven't been educational

realize I've morphed into the old crone and the feeling isn't new - I posted it here 'way back then.

More than a few sinking feelings have attacked lately but I'm still afloat. And glad to see how many others are!

Sunday Scribblings

Thursday, August 23, 2007


Talons, wrapped in washable guilt,
snatch prey from ebony nights
blood recedes into the sand
bones hide among the stones
marked by sedge and willow.

Wind wild enough to split a skull
defrocks trees, cracks the fragile
calls the rhyme of empty
smacking stillness to a feeble cry
where the hollow owns no sound.

Poetry Thursday - Last line from April fib began today's post.

Fractal created in Fractal Explorer and post processed in IrfanView.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007


rainbow sky
watercolor wet
repaints night

ebony to gray
...rising gold

night spirits
give way to pale light
bird chatter

nightblack drops
below the camber
wakes the dawn

For One Deep Breath

Watercolor Dawn, original watercolor by Sue

Thursday, August 16, 2007

August Hush

Untouched by knowing
warm silence waits, holds
like amniotic fluid,

stillness bursts, rewrites tempo,
cones fall from distant limbs and
sound misses listening ears.

Breeze crawls in drying leaves,
warm silence waits and holds
untouched by knowing.

Digital Photo by Sue ~ edited in IrfanView.
North of Summer available at Lulu Publishing

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

August Reds

gold petals

morph to rounded balls

pomme d'amour

stop-sign throat

hostile hummer beaks


The reds of summer are so lush, luscious, lovely that I'm a fan of this month even though it cusps fall and gray.

Monday, August 13, 2007

Perseids, ISS and ice cream

Midmorning approached as we converged on the family campsite from several different locations - by several different conveyances.

Before the sky colored from dusk to indigo, an ice cream maker emerged from a large box and a multitude of coolers were soon depleted of their largesse - milk, cream, flavorings, ice, ice and more ice as well as a container of rock salt.

The night ceiling was scratched with star sketched lines. Several filmy clouds parted to reveal the International Space Station, with newly-docked Endeavor, crossing the distant stage.

While overhead magic, far from city lights, exhibited the great August show, we consumed freshly churned ice cream atop fruit cobbler!

I could live my entire life in August!

Sue's pen and ink sketch layered in Paint.net

Near Year of Tumblewords Blog
is available in e-book format at Lulu Publishing

Thursday, August 09, 2007

End of the Line

chicken marks scratch
a train without a track

scumbled margins
ink no solid trail

behind a flash of lightning
flood saturates the mind

covers literary pearls
and good intentions fade

from a line bound for nowhere

For Poetry Thursday

Fractal designed in Fractal Explorer by Sue

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Copyright Tips

Adding a copyright notice to images for display on the internet is quite easy with this free program from copyright left. The software is easy to use and provides a good tag.

Options allow preferred placement of the copyright notice as well as options for color, font and transparency of the notice. It's possible to batch copyright, too. All in all, a nifty program. And, the company offers watermark software and other helpful programs.


I miss the keyboard copyright symbol which went the way of the cent symbol. (How long ago, you ask? I'm not telling, but it wasn't recently.) I found an easy fix yesterday for the copyright symbol. For a PC: Hold down the alt key and press 0169 on the number pad - then release the alt key. Or, you can copy and paste ©

Monday, August 06, 2007

Evening Haiku

closing light
one day of old dreams


scent of lavender
August wanes

Haiku: One Deep Breath

Thursday, August 02, 2007

Mars at Large

Flaming forests red at dusk
Death Star, silent as feather steps
chases Luna from the sky
Sol burns the edge of summer

baked pears fall from trees
wither under raven whispers
Fate chants songs
without words

Mt Helicon hugs the muses
who stop between heavens
to rewrite, change nibs
speak of hemlock twigs.

Death Star, original watercolor by Sue Turner (owned by Breanna Combs, Auburn, WA). Other abstracts available at Gallery


Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Summer Air

skinny as zippers
high thin clouds, breeze brushed,
...shampoo ad ringlets


fearlessly beyond
prickly pear and ocotillo

Tumblewords ~ First Year of Blog
is available in e-book format at Lulu Publishing