Thought Prints

Three different types of rocks are on this blue orb.   Metamorphic, sedimentary and igneous rocks are the types with the later being formed by the cooling of the liquid center of the earth. trickling waters smoothing the rock's edge languid eyes dreaming of creation rocks hold to eternity © petra domina

sitting in my empire buzzer on a clothes dryer acts like an umpire calling me out at home pray Ruth does not retire though some for that conspire the Constitution is on fire the orange cheeto just brays once reporters could inquire and not be called a liar droves continue to expire government giveaways the crow sits on a tire child's kite flies even higher secret deals still transpire the markets are up today siting in my empire news stations are for hire I'll never call him Sire he's an irritable bowel syndrome © petra domina

Endless searching till I thought I'd die Suddenly into the space my muse does fly.. How I have missed you, my sweet muse. Now I just search for the words to use. Welcome back my muse, my friend. Your warmth and presence inspires to no end. Please, stay for more than a little while. Write me a poem to make folks smile. Will it be about a hawk up in the sky? Just help me be inspired to once more fly How I have missed you, my sweet muse. In this space an embrace I sure could use. © petra domina

Spring storms have passed through the last few days.  Those storms have left behind an abundance of puddles.  Even in the open hallway outside some of the apartments.  The five level parking garage had its share of the puddles.  These puddles are not full of mud though there is plenty of pollen.  Pollen washed from the air and surfaces is just another harbinger of spring. Today is Resurrection Sunday celebrated by Christians.  With the clearing skies and nice breeze my early walk was a celebration of renewed life.  The feeling of childlike joy filled me as I listened to the birds singing.  The feel of the breeze through my hair.  With a Betty Boop face mask I embraced the childlike feelings.  I walked through every puddle that was in my path. spirits splashing in puddles rebirth © petra domina

Today, April 8 is my BFF's birthday.  Reba Jane's grandmother and my grandfather were brother and sister therefore we are cousins.  We have been friends from our days as toddlers.  We wandered creeks together.  We sat under trees in the fence row eating like queens.  Sandwiches made with white bread, plenty of mustard and bologna.  Maybe a cookie or banana for dessert.  On the birthday wish phone call we drifted through a few memories.  We spoke of current events.  Mostly we just felt the love of a lifelong friendship float between us.  Some things do not have to be spoken. gauzy curtains fluttering in the spring breeze soundless wave © petra domina