- death, fox, fox hunting, Friday 55, Grief, loss, Nara Malone, Poetry, Thanksgiving Day Blessing of the Hounds
Blessing the Hounds
The red fox has gone to ground,leaving two old dogs,gray muzzle and gray beard,prowling the parlor rugfor scent gilded memories. They have no thanks to give this year,sit out hunting season dozing by her picture.Awaiting hunt master’s final horn,the only blessing they seek–answering his home call together. ~Nara Malone Some shades of gray in here for dVerse Poets Form for All and 55 words for the G-Man’s Friday 55. Drop by to see what others wrote or to join the fun yourself.
Silent Love Song
Santa Fe Trail 28 Mar 2010 by Brokentaco, on Flickr I never was the queen of chat.Monthly minutes used on my phone tend toward single digits. I never minded your silence.I think you’re quiet because you’re listening.Listening intently,with more than your ears. I’ve seen you on a summer night,shirtless,rocking in time to crickets and katydids,each beat of breath in rhythm, as if your cells breathe sound rather than air. I’ve seen you transfixed by the swoosh of waves,arms spread wide like a bird poised for take-off,as if you can catch the vibrations in hollow-flute bones,let the boom of surf against rock lift you like song into the clouds I’ve seen…
- Blind Heat, Blog Tour, call to adventure, Hero's Journey, impossible dreams, interactive books, Nara Malone
Attaining Impossible Dreams
If you’re going to dream, dream big, right? I have have a pretty big dream. Some might say it’s impossible. I view it as a quest, my call to adventure. I’m at Rachel Leigh’s today talking about my journey toward the dream and the levels I’ve attained in pursuit of that dream. Drop buy and tell me about your impossible dream.