Friday, March 30, 2012


March 30, 2012  - Small Stones ter
collecting  by Teri H Hoover

Bamboo shadows tangle with the willow on the white wall.

White gnat blossoms, gust through the garden ...
White blossoms...hardly able to catch their breath.

I pause... listening to the cardinal, collecting spring
in a song.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Room Enough

 Wordle#49-Sunday Whirl-03-25-2012
 Room Enough  by Teri H Hoover

Inside the walls

Lifted upon the full gauge bristles
 - tiny, tender, blessings, 
float upon the silent currents.

Sparkling aloft - waiting into descent.
Sprinkled upon  (acknowledged and ignored)
the aches and losses.

Spiritual acumen, not adrift but loosely held.
A broom falls to the floor-
shattering into acid covered splinters. 
Cracking open, at once a hardened and brittle heart.
The juices of the supreme alchemist 
now seeping,
crafting a supple path for the light to follow...

The gauge of losses lifted.
The stain of oil removed.
The window appears and opens.
The room spilled with love.
The weight falls away

            joy set free

Swept up in 
blessings carried upon bristles 
uplifted on light
one sweep 
inside these walls 
there is room

The words:craft, joy, supple, alchemist, gauge, juices,tender, acid, oil, acumen, sprinkled, sweep

The process: I went on a woman's spiritual retreat  this weekend- thanks to a dear friend who signed me up. My writing comes from the place were I was allowed glimpses of a my tired but faithful heart. And if only for a moment, I collected a vision of where joy resides. Thank you Linda.

Friday, March 23, 2012

waiting on the porch steps

March 23,  2012 - Small Stones 

Waiting on the porch steps 

springtime leaves
emerge in fall color
into summer clouds

Thursday, March 22, 2012

far enough

March 22,  2012 - Small Stones 
 far enough  by Teri H Hoover

Caught up in the moment 
tumbling toward the edge.
A tide of periwinkle
skitters to a 

 "Oh's" of 
on their open mouthed faces
Realizing they have gone far 

 Blacksburg, VA - March 22, 2012

Tuesday, March 20, 2012


March 22, 2012  - Small Stones 
loud  by Teri H Hoover

Fuzzy, yellow, forsythia
scream like children in the schoolyard, on a spring day.


Monday, March 19, 2012


March 19,  2012 - Small Stones
research  by Teri H Hoover

Beyond the chain linked fence 
Men study the dead sod.
crows and clouds scream their opinion. 

It goes unheard.


Turf Grass Research Farm- Blacksburg, VA - March 19, 2012

My daily two mile walk, takes me passed the  Virginia Tech, Grass Research Farm. These guys were really focused on something...

Sunday, March 18, 2012

at the table

Silent gestures, drive the direction 
and carry the next hand.
Imperceptible nods, follow a glance.
Inherent in the silent sources -
insiders are selected for the delivery.   

Noisily shifting, without direction,
bound to their uncomfortable seats.
Wide-eyed wanting, stranded without connection.
Previous miscalculations, drowning in drawing dead-
outsiders at the table, have found their limit.

The high pitched singing
in the hallways,
drags out the drama
like an unsharpened knife. 

The words -gestures, drive,carry, hand,follows,inherent  sources, delivery, previous, limit, singing, hallways, drama, 
The Process:  "Silent gestures", was were I started. I must have been channeling the movie 
The Sting from 1973 because I don't play cards. I have trouble playing solitaire