Monday, April 30, 2012


April 30, 2012  - Small Stones 
endings by Teri H Hoover
High above
the green, dense, ground cover
(concealing last weeks periwinkle blossoms.)
Dandelions gone to seed 
wave in the breeze.
Frizzy sea urchins
with a tail.



Sunday, April 29, 2012


 Wordle#54-Sunday Whirl-04-28-2012
view   by Teri H Hoover

eyes closed 
squander the view 
on the edge of the sea
green pewter waves,  crash over a beating heart.
flocks of intractable thoughts, 
flow, tangle and tether.

a lane without love

shifting sand, cool, salt water.
opening eyes and heart-
a small alley 
and an ocean of love.   


The words: Thank-you Brenda for sharing Mariann's words from *elle ecrit* 
alley, sea, eyes,squander, accommodate, flocks, green,follow, pewter, beating, intractable

Friday, April 27, 2012

seashore dreaming

April 28, 2012  - Small Stones 
 seashore dreaming  by Teri H Hoover

Elementary school children,
outdoors for recess in the mountain air.
The sounds of the  Jersey shore in summer.
A sea gull yells out his confusion.


Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Into Light

There on the edge of beauty
I rest my heart.
Within this light I will put my hope.

The fleeting beauty of this world, fits inside the light of love. Where the edge of darkness, brings faith to its knees. In the grasping claws, of  a million losses, one lifts up a silent prayer.  A seemingly pointless pause, ripples the universe into waking.
"But they that hope in the Lord shall renew their strength, they shall take wings as eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint" Isaiah 40:31


Sunday, April 22, 2012

weather to waking

 Wordle#53-Sunday Whirl-04-22-2012
weather to waking  by Teri H Hoover

 I wake to a silent cacophony 
of thoughts in my head.  

Two hundred miles to the west 
an impending coda of thunderheads, ferment along the hillsides of Kentucky.
Aching their way over the landscape, in dragon shaped clouds and mist.

There on the window sill, a half hearted shaft of shimmering sunshine
folds itself into an origami shadow
and in exquisite leap, falls gently into a dirty sock.

Thoughts aimless, become unthreaded tangles,
shelved liked sequins in the sheets.
Spangling,  hypnotic.

Sleep ethereal, returns and holds me dangling. 

I fall like a splash, startling my dog.
I rub sleep from my eyes
and shimmy from beneath the covers 
into a clap of thunder. 

Hey all, I will be away from the computer today- so I will swing by everyone's writing tomorrow. I look forward to your comments. Have a great day.

The words for the first anniversary  edition of the Sunday Whirl- THANK YOU Brenda-
cacophony, aches, exquisite, abstract, shelved, ferment, dragon, coda, shimmy, origami, spangling, dragon, ethereal


Another start- that I did not to throw away. 

 A red dragon, unshedding his scales in the middle of the kitchen.
Appalled, the  old woman  waved her wand and shelved him for the day. 
Wings folded into an origami sunrise


Sunday, April 15, 2012


Wordle#52-Sunday Whirl-04-15-2012
blend  by Teri H Hoover

the blend of sweet
flexible colors-
subtle exchange of hue
richer in those depths
flames spring forth-
a trick of the dramatic hysterical heat
forceful energy diminishes outward
a push blown out to the edges
with a breath
in a glance

The words: blend, sweet, flexible, exchange, richer,flames, dramatic, forceful,  energy, push, glance, breath, 

Wednesday, April 11, 2012


April 11, 2012  - Small Stones 
sides  by Teri H Hoover

On the trail--
to the

Approaching bicyclist,
to the

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

easy balance

April  10, 2012  - Small Stones 
 easy balance by Teri H Hoover
 This world is full of tight-rope shadows

Friday, April 06, 2012

almost home

April 6, 2012  - Small Stones 
almost home by Teri H Hoover

Far below
twisted road ribbons
slip between green hills

Thursday, April 05, 2012


April  5, 2012  - Small Stones 
overheard by Teri H Hoover

 Heard while sitting just outside, the open doors of a church.
A voice filled with good nature says, "Your not perfect."

Wednesday, April 04, 2012

sunbathing in the shade

April 4, 2012  - Small Stones 
sunbathing in the shade  by Teri H Hoover

Above my head, the sun tried to free itself, from the branches of an old tree.

Sunday, April 01, 2012

by my side

Gone. He leaves 
several weeks of me.
Love wrapped tightly in a pack.

in a flurry, to start his day.
While I fall, gently into slumber.
But not alone.

Her shape, the crescent of the unseen moon,
Leans like gravity,  against my side.
Wrapped in a coat, sleek with shine.

One paw, of four, draped across my leg. 
She whispers in her sleep
Dreaming without restraint ...
A trick, a point, a treat , a smell, a taste, a cat- 
the chase is on-
quaking and quivering.
In a rush returns
a hush.

This pet, my friend cleaved once again - untwitching. 

She sleeps, 
while I wonder, 
with a wish, 
this thought, a string could pull you back to me.

Drifting lost - I can no longer find your scent among the sheets...

Her tail thumps once, as I pull her close. 

A special thanks to Richard for the words over at the Sunday Whirl this week-
The Words : string, wish, point, trick, shine,paw, smell, pack, shape, taste, whisper

The process- My husband of 30 years, travels to Asia three times a year, for business, for a month at a time. He also is gone another month or so traveling  within the US.  Four years ago, I was blessed to find to find Pepper, my black lab, at the local pound.  This bit of writing attempt to tie those two things together. 

Any thoughts on the structure, or content is welcome.

My husband returns April 3. :-)