About Me~, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing

Discarded Treasures ~

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I approached quietly , and left

a small piece of my heart,

on the  park  bench.

As if somehow leaving it there,

meant I was waiting for the day , no , not even the day,

my life!

to start,

for some permission.

Would he see it?

Would he care?

Or would it simply be one more

discarded, tumbled, forgotten grubby lost unknown treasure. I watch with all the hopes , despairs, confusions, joys, consternation…………. Abruptly  , the man who lives in the apartment above me  grabs my arm , and with  sudden fervor

pulls me down from my window perch , where I watch so anxiously . Racing , with a strength I would not , no , could not have thought his own bird-like body could possess,  hurriedly we go, skipping first one step , and then two steps at a time ………..and then we are there.

The bench.

The boy.

And me, the  girl. I am standing , out of breath, trying to think of the words to explain .

The painted rock.

The old man.

I am only a child  here.

My words are jumbled.

There is  nothing  for me to  say, it is  just a grubby , lost unknown treasure, I mumble.

It is okay, the boy  says. The old man is his uncle. The boy  is NOT new here, the old man says,  he has  seen that you like books, and walks. And benches. And wanting  to learn about quiet things, like that which is  discarded, and hopes, and unknown treasures. And  in time, together , you   will  think of the right words to explain.

About Me~, Fae, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing

Tangled

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It’s a word there , at the edge of my mind

I feel it there just tangled, but cannot seem to find

what exact word it is.

I have heard it , I know, for sure.

It calls to me, from some forgotten shore

to speak it.

In the time of dreaming it comes , almost foaming,

it drifts in  seaweed misty, gloaming,

pulled away with the tide.

Perhaps the selkies know it,

and  one day they will show it ,

scrawled on the sea-glass floor.

 

About Me~, Fae, Poetry, Writing

EverGreen~

Fairy fantasy Digital art by Anto Machado
Fairy fantasy Digital art by Anto Machado

Take me out to where it’s evergreen,

let me lay amongst the trees.

To touch  the giant standing stones,

and hear the melody of bees.

To see the honeysuckle vine,

grown tall through summer’s days.

Where faeries flit about the air,

of the secret woodland glade.

Ruby  Jeanette Woods

2015

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About Me~, Poetry, Writing

Snow Days~

It’ s been so many days since I have  written here! I am seriously far behind! Things have been somewhat crazy here, we’ve had ice, snow, sleet, rain, and even more snow and ice for the last three weeks.  Very unusual weather for here in Arkansas , going on into the Spring season.  I am so ready for something warmer than frozen!  How about you guys? Are you all having a lot of winter precipitation ? Do you enjoy it? Or are you a sunshine, warmth and  flowers person?


On another note, I’ve had random snippets of poetry floating around in my head for a couple of months now. Bits of verse that are hovering around an idea trying to decide if they are going to coalesce or not.  Seeing all this weather just makes me feel slightly melancholy, and fills me with the urge to  somehow spin my colder thoughts into webs to keep me warm, if only for a little while.  So I just thought I’d share a completely out of the blue piece with you.  Hope you like it!

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I am trying to get back in the groove of writing every day, and hope my health holds to let me practice every single day again.  I hope today finds you all very blessed, whatever weather has come your way.  Thinking of you all , and am so glad I got to check back in with my favorite peeps! Here’s to spring and hoping that we get that much needed sunshine soon!


original art by Ruby Jeanette Woods

Aromas, San Benito Co., CA; 18 Sep 2008; ~3cm wingspan.

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Copyright 2015 

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A New Year~

Write it on your heart , that every day is the best day of the year. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Here’s an interesting question for the first day of the year.  If you could spend the next year as someone or even someTHING radically different than what you are now, what would you choose?  I’ve often thought about this question , in the terms of health, meaning I would wish to be a completely well person, as THAT would be radically different.  😀  Now I know that being totally healthy is more a pipe dream than anything , so I would choose a different reality.  The funny thing is , I know a lot of people are really unhappy with the way their lives are, and would give anything to have them changed , rearranged , to just be a world away from who they are in their everyday existences. But , believe it or not, other than the state of my health, I am TRULY contented with who I am. I love being a mother. I enjoy immensely being married . I am happy to be a homemaker. Being my boys’ teacher makes me feel fulfilled. I read hundreds of books. I write poetry.  I draw and paint. I live 5 miles from the nearest town in a frame house. I have dogs who love me, and cats who tolerate me.  I have family who live within walking distance, family that I wouldn’t trade for anything.  How could I give that up for even one day? Why would I want to? Every day is indeed a new day, and I choose to make it the best I can . To make ME the best ME that I can.  After all, Taim Beannaithe

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A Happy Tale ~

I’ m  celebrating an anniversary of sorts. Today I celebrate 3 years of blogging with WordPress. I’ve of course been blogging a lot longer , under various forums, even going back so far as YAHOO 360.  I’ve been writing my whole life, it seems in some way shape form or fashion, even if I had to pen my stories in my dear sister’s treasured coloring books. She used to get very angry with me for marking up her perfectly lined pages. I learned to read AND write when I was barely 4 years old , and since then I’ve not been able to keep my thoughts to myself! The library was my best friend growing up, and at last count, I’ve read almost 10,000 books so far at this point in my life.  So even though this is a article on the joys of writing and reading , it shall heretofore be short, for I am tired, and my hands and mind are weary.   So for tonight, I bid you adieu!  🙂