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Stone Pony~Sunapee, NH~Rene 2009

let’s just get in
the car and drive no destinations no expectations
just me
and you and the open road go where it takes us turn where it makes us

highway lines your hand
on my thigh singing songs
on the radio

staying where
we want to go

let’s get out
of the car and hike
through cemeteries and sanctuaries

just me
and you and the distant past
we’ll read their history then set our own free

highway lines your hand
on my thigh
singing songs on the radio

staying where
we want to go

let’s get back
in the car and light that spark
that makes us

go where
it takes us just me
and you and an open field

no reservations 'bout accommodations

highway lines your hand
on my thigh singing songs
on the radio

staying where
we want to go
 Rene ~ 2013

Sugarfoot Pond

we walked together down the dirt road to Sugarfoot Pond holdin' hands
not sayin' nuthin just walkin' and lookin' at the ground my heart was beatin' so hard
i could feel it in my hand at least i think it was my heart it was hard tellin' if it were mine or his
a bird started makin' some racket and he said, hush up, you crazy bird! and the bird, it stopped yappin' just like that
i said, why you do that, Jimmy? why you tell that bird to hush? and he said i was just countin' your heartbeats
and you know what? i think they's the same as mine! i laughed at Jimmy but he was real serious lookin'
and so then i started lookin'  real serious at him right back
and then that crazy Jimmy he starts squawkin' real loud just like that bird
and so we squawked down the dirt road together
not doin' nuthin' but squawkin' all the way down to Sugarfoot Pond.
Rene ~ 2013

I See Right Through Me

from the top of the ferris wheel i can see my house and all of those finger smudges, those sticky, innocent little imperfections the same ones that drive me crazy at ground level, somehow when i see them from up here, from this lofty perspective, they give the edginess of my world a more blended, softer focus and i realize that they are a beautiful and essential part of my surroundings.
Peace ~ Writer Rene
lovely, Rene...yeah, you blend... hang this on the fridge, toots, the ride is over. and as pretty and precious as your words are, they do not clean the house. plus, in order for you to realize the beauty of your surroundings,  it is essential to be able to actually see out of the windows. Especially that storm door window,
there's nothing beautiful about bird poop.

Get Busy ~ Reality Rene
"Short Sweet Saturdays"

table for one

he was still as a stained glass saint
she was a serpent at his heel
ready to spring at the slightest movement
it rattled at her brain and bothered her balance
what was she missing what the cosmic secret
he kissed her and smiled gratefully comfortably numb

as one hundred thousand over caffeinated teeth
gnawed away  at her belly
Peace ~ Rene

like a prophet

when you speak let it be your tongue that is on fire and not your pants may your words ignite positive action positively may your actions show deep love and concern for your brother always starting right here after services in the parking lot
Peace ~ Rene
"short sweet saturdays"

earth tones

i'm uncomfortable
with nattering restlessness
by the frenetic buzz  of the movers
and the shakers

i do not blend well into the neon light
and i prefer the rustic charm
of root vegetables
over concoctions whipped up
by chemists in chefs clothing

i am a child
of the green gold sod
a product of  
a washerwoman's holiday
i understand need
i believe in want
Rene ~ 2013

not so crazy daisy

a froth of daisies tickle the hillside behind the barn petals beyond petals deciding the fate of would be lovers does she love me? does he love me not? why don't you ask her? one daisy finally said that way  you will know and i can keep my head
Peace ~ Rene

Ya gotta start somewhere....

This is my first entry for "Creative Tuesday" hosted by Hot Toast and Jam.
The theme is "Pure Imagination"...
All entries had to be either drawn or put together in collage form.
No that means no poetry for you, Rene. Ack!
I was a little reluctant to enter because...well, what do I know from drawing?
I had a bit of trouble just starting the thing, as I wanted to come up with a drawing that would complement my skill level, ( absolute doodlin' beginner), yet still get the point across without being too lame.
So I began to think "inside of the box"...

And sooo...she said cringing and closing her eyes

Thanks Mr. Toast for ever so slightly nudging me to just have fun and submit something. Me draw pretty one day :)
I invite you all to join Creative Tuesday at Hot Toast and Jam, click the link at the top of the page for details. Just have fun.... Peace ~ Rene