poetry | Love, Laughter, and Life

August 22, 2017
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We Survived the Eclipse: Story Through Photos and Haiku

A painting of the eclipse (red because it’s darker) – Art by Khloe

Our tiny view of the eclipse through a pin-hole camera

Boxes, foil and tape,

wondering children marvel

as sky lights shake hands.

Pin-hole cameras

Hayden and Khloe peeking at the solar eclipse

The daytime and night

heavenly bodies dance past,

a peek-a-boo tryst.

Gage trying to see the eclipse…he’s only 2, so was not impressed

Stacking rocks was more enticing than solar and lunar escapades

The waiting is long

Look, play, work, gaze, pinhole view;

Light sliver eclipse.

The PacMan stage (coined by Hayden) of the solar eclipse

Taking a solar break – by hauling bricks

But how? Why? We gasp.

Fleeting, amazing, we stop.

Cooler, darker day.

Mabel was definitely more exciting to Gage than the sun and moon

Putting down bricks, mid-eclipse

Solar Eclipse, by Khloe

July 31, 2017
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You Nest Here with Me ~ The Golden Shovel

This may be golden, but it’s no Golden Shovel.

The Golden Shovel. What is that?

I recently read a post about said shovel. And it has nothing to do with physical digging, but plenty to do with mental excavating, sleuthing, and creating with words. The Golden Shovel is a fun writing exercise.

You can learn more about the Golden Shovel poetic form by visiting here.

The rules for creating a Golden Shovel masterpiece are as follows:

– Choose a line from a poem you enjoy.

– Use each word in the line as the last word for the lines in your poem.

– The end words must stay in the same order as the original poem.

– Please give credit to the author of the original text you’ve chosen to use.

– Now create away! Your new poem doesn’t have to match the original theme. This baby is your baby.

Here is my Golden Shovel.

Inspiration for my Golden Shovel

I love to play with you.

Let’s build a blankie nest.

Snuggle here,

read and play, with

warm cocoa, you and me.

(July 19, 2017)

My words are both the title and specific lines from the beautiful picture book You Nest Here with Me by Jane Yolen and Heidi E.Y. Stemple (Boyds Mill Press, 2015).

The help I receive on a daily basis when I write.

How about you? Give the Golden Shovel a try. I’d love to read your poem!

April 6, 2017
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Pinksickle

photos and poem by angie quantrell

orange plus pink

sweet hues of sunset

and dessert

taste yummy to my eyes

and gift me

a smile

April 1, 2017
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Expecting Spring

tightly closed fists peek

pink wisps bulge with life – spring yearns,

bursts forth, nest and tree alike

The most hopeful of seasons, spring, lies in wait, gathering herself in preparation to leap into the exploding fray of growth, buzzing with energy and promise.

What signs of spring do you see in your area?

February 23, 2017
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Winter Lace – a Haiku

Photo by Angie Quantrell

winter lace

lacy swirls of cold

spires stretch long, fingers point

frozen work of art

by Angie Quantrell

Photo by Angie Quantrell

January 9, 2017
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Party Time! Thank You, Followers!

It’s party time, followers!

Thank you for voting in confidence

for my posting and blogging bent.

I’m so glad to meet you here,

sharing where we went.

Horrid, I know, but meant very well;

Thanks for hanging with me.

The (blog) world is our oyster!

Forward now, to see what we see.

As we learn and play and chat and goof,

join in the fun, my dears;

Welcome, friends, each and all,

and happy, happy New Years!

January 9, 2017
by Angie 6 Comments

The Welcome Mat is Out – RV Life

The snow that has fallen would easily reach the second step, but diligent shoveling makes finding the welcome mat possible!

The welcome mat is out. Snow covered. But out.

Bundle up, jump in the one-horse open sleigh, and drive over the river and through the woods to Nana’s house. I mean Nana and Papa’s RV.

First, we’ll visit and catch-up. Of course, in our tiny space, this may require sitting in shifts or booting a cat off the chair. Speaking of cats, the floating fur is free.

For the exercise portion of our gathering, shall we shovel some snow? As it seems to fall continuously, there are a couple of acres ready for your attention. We’ll add in a bit of slip-sliding our way up the hill to the irrigation ditch, view the wildlife, and sled back down into the pasture.

To conclude our fun times together, toasty hot tea or coffee and perhaps a snack or two shall be served.

As we wave you out of sight, know our hearts and RV are warmer and happier. Thanks for stopping by. Hope to see you again soon.

Just aim for the welcome mat.

The Christmas tree that shall stand in place until probably March – or until the snow melts enough to get to the base. It’s still beautiful, so I shall enjoy it until then!

Snow, glorious, snow.

Falling, drifting, growing

Into mountains

And triathlon driving adventures.

Snow, fabulous, snow.

Beautiful, peaceful, blanketing

Covering all

And putting to bed those who live under.

– By Angie Quantrell