Wednesday, August 31, 2011

directions


August  31, 2011 Small Stones.
directions  by Teri H Hoover
Margo Roby Prompt- Lanturne


Alone
 without  
the comfort
of you beside
me.



see
without
eye makeup
clearly seeing
sight



up
flying 
in the clouds
without me now 
down



sight 
without 
 faith is blind
 love is waiting
hear










Tuesday, August 30, 2011

exit

August 30, 2011 Small Stones.
exit  by Teri H Hoover
`
You exit like a vapor into the clouds.

`






For the rest of the story 
swoop on over to my other blog Teri H Hoover Photography

Monday, August 29, 2011

the cricket's song

August 29, 2011 Small Stones.
the cricket's song  by Teri H Hoover

Side One

Impossibly quiet footfall
In this beginning of late summer stillness-
hundreds of crickets
paint a translucent wash of color with their song
muffling the sadness
-in my heart
blurring the line
-of the seasons
dulling the edges
-of my fear
                   with love


Side Two

The sound of thoughts blending to footsteps
Awash in a buffer of blessing.
In this not yet autumn
the songs of hundreds crickets
fearlessly sing in the transition of seasons,
dipping into
the paint bucket of translucent color
singing all their might
LOVE ME!!!


`

Sunday, August 28, 2011

aftermath

August 28, 2011 Small Stones.
aftermath  by Teri H Hoover
 
Floundering 
in the aftermath- 

Strong sweet arms keep me from drifting away.
An old white t-shirt collects my tears.

 `

Friday, August 26, 2011

gathering

August 26, 2011 Small Stones.
gathering by Teri H Hoover


rivers of lines
faithful and resigned
listen for intentions
gathering
gathering
why do I need to label my discomfort...
with all these hands have obtained
can they ever learn to let go
without clenching and clinging?




I am uncomfortable
from sitting
and grasping.
hope-fullness
appears in the shape of a black lab in the doorway;
pink dirty toy hanging listlessly from her mouth.
She says stop tapping and forget the rest of the unused words.



Words collected:(words used )
Armrest, black lab, toy, words, doorway
uncomfortable,dirty, faithful, resigned,cuddly
listen, need, obtain,intend, gather


Thursday, August 25, 2011

sharing

August 24, 2011 Small Stones.
sharing  by Teri H Hoover



Above my head  and just out of reach
the bamboo and the willow
share the view of the sky. 





Wednesday, August 24, 2011

distractions in my window

August 24, 2011 Small Stones.
distractions in my window  by Teri H Hoover


 Steppin' Out Summer Festival- Blacksburg,VA- Aug 6, 2011


If you have a window that is covered
with distractions
you will not be able to see out of it.



Not much of a Small Stone - but be that as it may- this photo is a the result of a art prompt over on OzStuff-Three Muses Challenge-... the prompt was windows. There are three windows in this fun little photo - I labeled them just in case there is any question. This goes along with my nature to sometimes overstate the obvious and it added just the right amount of "where's Waldoism-ness" (ah spell check you are no fun at all) . I hope you like whimsy because I may be heading that way once in a while now that The Wedding is over and I cannot keep up with posting my writing. (Side thought... How is I was able to write and post all the way up and through the wedding? And now I am writing just as much - I know you were worried -but not getting it posted?? ) 

So I am doing the "let's do something new" when I "should" be working on __________fill in the blank- tell me that is ok...




Friday, August 19, 2011

an easy surrender

August 19, 2011 Small Stones.
An Easy Surrender  by Teri H Hoover


Huckleberry Trail, Blacksburg VA- Aug 19, 2011
 in the vast places 
among the waves of clouds
my heart sings.


Today upon this footpath my heart fell open to that place of blessing- the one that carries the surrendered soul. One look at those clouds and I disappear like vapor. Clouds and oceans, and deserts- 
spaces too large for me to hold.

I fall into the embrace of being. 
Unbound 
by the grief of what I have not done. 
My body sighs with relief- not remembering what I need to forget.  
Safe within the two mile circle I walk with my dog.  




Thursday, August 18, 2011

ripples

August 18, 2011 Small Stones
ripples by Teri H Hoover

First bird call in the silent garden
ripple words into departing dreams.

 



Monday, August 15, 2011

a garden lullaby

August 15, 2011 Small Stones.
a garden lullaby  by Teri H Hoover
 
 
 
Cricket's in the garden
just before midnight
sing me their lullaby-
 
`

Friday, August 12, 2011

homage

August 12, 2011 Small Stones
homage by Teri H Hoover 

The willow pays homage to the waterfall.
White clouds of mourning remembered...
she is missing more than dreaming.

In her wakefulness she slides under the edges of silent becoming.

   
Backyard willow, Blacksburg, VA Aug 12, 2011

`

Tuesday, August 09, 2011

wall flower


August 9, 2011 Small Stones.
wall flower   by Teri H Hoover

`
in my bubble unmoving
longing to be one of  the pretty girls waltzing by
my car a wallflower at the stoplight

`

Friday, August 05, 2011

the response

August 5, 2011 Small Stones
the response by Teri H Hoover 

Half way home I finally hear too much quiet.
The absence 
of their edgy summer presence somewhere above my head 
is missing.

Forming into question -
Does the overcast days dampen cicadas song?
Conversationally one lone cicada picks up his song- 
and just for me he sings. 

 `

Thursday, August 04, 2011

flight

August 4, 2011 Small Stones
flight by Teri H Hoover
Inspired by a photo by Barbara Boethling-
Her blog link-Polished Stones 




Feather in the Grass by Barbara Boethling

I remember sunlight flight-
leaving a stream of unseen enfolding lines.
I remember the caress of the clouds-
we were white on white.
I remember the lift within the vane-
strong and complete.
I remember the unseen air singing in the barbicels
a great breath bringing every dream alive.

Downy wisps  remain my very own dream~ afterfeathers that still catch sunlight and breeze, I am sustained by the thought of all this love. 







To write this piece I wanted to learn more about the parts of a feather- so I of course delighted to learn quite a bit.

Wednesday, August 03, 2011

promises

August 3, 2011 Small Stones
promises by Teri H Hoover



        Huckleberry Trail, Blacksburg, Va - Aug 3, 2011

The idea of release hangs in the heavy clouds
beyond the path in front of me.
One stray raindrop finds freedom-
the rest break a promise and stay cloud bound.

`

Sparse

August 3, 2011 Small Stones
sparse by Teri H Hoover 

Like a priest in a stuffy church-
the lawn sprinkler dispenses sparse blessings 
upon the parched grass.

Tuesday, August 02, 2011

perspective from below

August 2, 2011 Small Stones
perspectives from below by Teri H Hoover

 Avon by the Sea, NJ 

My past hangs in my memory like a wedding dress in the sunlight-
Shimmery and a bit hazy - 
white tulle and faulty hemlines.





What in the world is she talking about? I am off reliving last weekends wedding and my past in general. I said to a friend I am in awe of this life. I am surprised at having two grown children. I am surprised at the dog laying on my couch, head hanging precariously close to the edge. I am surprised at the people I have touched and the people I have annoyed. I am surprised that I have taken up writing a blog. I am even more surprised that I have taken up writing at all. I am surprised that every time I am confused or off balance I am lovingly given a moment of balance.This is truly an incredible life. 

The photo above is the underside of my daughters wedding dress. I was working on a hem that was missed among the 5 or six layers of tulle. I was stunned by the sheer beauty found beneath a wedding dress hanging in the beach air by a window - I would have missed this the incredible perspective from below if there had been a perfect hem.

Such a wonderful surprise to be found in a faulty hemline.

Monday, August 01, 2011

rippling into a nap

August 1,2011 Small Stones
rippling into a nap by Teri H Hoover



My brain sparkles with ripples
as sunlight hits my closed eyelids.
Sofa pillows embrace-
I am sunlight.





Last weeks wedding still had me a bit not here - but there. Tired I lay on the sofa with my dog and sunlight wafts through maple trees and translucent curtains to find me.
And as I type this I see why I wrote my next stone...You see I am behind in posting yesterdays writing. Life does have a way of keeping me off balance in a lovely way.