pearl the squirrel

Pearl grew out of a need to NOT be SERIOUS! Pearl is VERY silly!

pearl
the squirrel
loves her
nuts
we speak
not of her
leaf
food
but
of
her nuts
for those she
likes to bury

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then again
pearl
the squirrel
considered her
friends
to be nuts
absolutely
crackers

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her friends
unlike
herself
lived behind glass
she wished
them free
she taunted them
believing that
if she wiggled
enough

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she might just
get one
to bat at
that glass
hard enough to
bounce
it
out
or
pounce it
out
at the
moment
she sees
only
itty bitty
come
out
itty bitty
she says
knowing
she won’t

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but wait a minute
say …
just a minute
there
are
two of
you
my two
friends

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pearl cannot
handle two
cats

no

so back
up
pearl
just back
up
then
jump
like a
mouse
into
the drain
where
last nights
rain
shall act
as a train
or perhaps
i can
catch the
next
leaf boat
and i’ll
swirl
away fast
from the two
of
you
U
naughty
cats

i know that
they thought
that
they
had
had me
and itty bitty did
until
she was
joined by
boy-boy
shameful
big
bully
boy-Boy

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pearl is a
very
smart
squirrel
safe
now
to
taunt
those naughty
kitties

Laura Star Rain

Sometimes I believe that there is an energy, or that there are some sort of threads in the universe that bring persons together in love even if for just moments. I wrote this poem for/about a woman within a fairly loose group of quite fine artists to which I belong, several years ago. She … her icon simply inspired the poem. We have never met. We were not even close. But circumstances made us close in a strange manner, but close none the less, perhaps as artists together. I never showed her this. Her Name is Laura mercer and she is on Facebook. We are connected and I am Liz Rice-Sosne on Facebook. I shall now for I have always felt that it WAS her. Initially I did this with all different sized fonts and letters dark and not so dark along with symbols. I cannot seem to do this here upon WP.

Laura Star Rain

She has dark moments …
She is one

… toying with her flames. Turning the knobs

This way and that … that way and this….off then on……………..

Colors.

She is all about

color. She must have it.

It … fuels her.

Long flowing
Strokes of sensuous color … watery … rain from stars.

Snails in a galactic state of oceanity

Permutations of ??quarks?? born near

Water hamlets …

Badland flat rocks … for salamanders to dance upon.

Here is one of her whimsical and lovely paintings the sort of which inspired me.

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Posted with glee and delight at Poetry Pantry # 164 over at Poets United.

To Re-Fresh

barely spring now

like fresh magnolia buds

the heart can refresh

So now, that is what is taking place, now that my heart is refreshing, moving onwards and hopefully upwards, it is time for change in my blogging habits.  I have known for a short amount of time that this must be so.  However, I cannot take credit for the changes that you will see in my blog (that is once I master the technicalities).  I have been working on these technicalities all day and yet, they go un-mastered.  Never mind.  I wish to acknowledge and thank a fellow writer, friend and mentor to many, Jaime Dedes for the changes that I am making.  Her blog can be found here:

1) I will be turning off the comments section.  This will allow me more time to read and enjoy your work.  This will also give me more time to tighten up my own writing.

2) I will create a page where you are welcome to communicate with me.

3) I will be going by my given name: Liz Rice-Sosne (this is needless to say, my idea).

Posted at dVerse