Thursday, March 16, 2017

Around

Around By Teri H Hoover     January 15,2017



A
path
there
and
back.
The way through is sometimes the long way around.

Still Writing


 Three Prompts in One - Small Stones: a journey of mindfulness- Facebook group for small stones - spring 2017




Still Writing by Teri Hoover 
03-16-2017


Goodness abounds
I nearly crush it by trying too hard. 


What you don't know about me...
The incredible fear I will be left behind.


The story I believe in; grace to bridge the void.
The story I fall into; forgetting the story I believe in.





Response from my brother-Dan Habermehl  

Don't push the river.

I will never leave you behind.

Yes. You have grace.

You always pick the story line back up.
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Sunday, March 05, 2017

A Joyful Noise

  

A Joyful Noise by Teri H Hoover
March 5 at 1:19am



Concentric rings around
October's collision.
An unremembered sound
has become deafening.
Determined to move beyond the muffle,
I walk until I am directly under the trees filled with red winged black birds.
I stand there awhile drinking in their joyous noise.





{My hearing has diminished after are car accident in October, where the passenger side air bag deployed. (I did not realize air bags made so much noise and are notorious for causing ear problems .) A cold this past week has made things much worse.}

Saturday, February 11, 2017

The Loss of a Son


The Loss of a Son by Teri H Hoover  February 11,2017




I have not seen the moon.
But have seen a mother's heart broken~
into a million little pieces.
Her son in every one.

I have not seen the moon,
But have seen a fathers world crumble~
and a small gold box carry 28 years of life
-away.

I have not seen the moon.

They
have
lost
their
son.

Monday, January 23, 2017

Above the Mist

Above the Mist By Teri H Hoover -January 23,2017




Above the mist,
Beyond the clouds.
Thoughts and colors disappear.

Friday, January 13, 2017

Good Night

Good Night- By Teri H Hoover   January 13,2017



Light so dim,
There is nothing to see.
Music so low,
The tune is silenced.
Day draining away,
Into the bliss of night.

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Ponder

Ponder By Teri H Hoover   January 11,2017 
Prompt -Ponder Small Stones: A Journey of Mindfullness Facebook group



Ponder this
There is nothing
.................. then there is something.
There is something
.................. then there is nothing.


Ponder who would have thought?

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Undeniable

Undeniable a Denied By Teri H Hoover - January 10,2017


My husband and my dog,
Asleep long ago.
Such comfort,
Under the covers.
Eyelids like magnets,
Dreams begin to float.
Enfolded into sheets,
With Nora Jones, (who insists that I should not be denied) 

and two of the comfiest creatures on the planet.

Sunday, January 08, 2017

Finnish Boots

Finnish Boots by Teri H Hoover- January 8, 2017



A vehicle to move me,
Along I 81.
If I need to walk I am ready.

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Saturday, January 07, 2017

Longing

Longing By Teri H Hoover -January 7,2017




Reaching toward heaven,
on a cold January day.
Maybe heaven moved.



Friday, January 06, 2017

Wobble

Wobble by Teri H Hoover January 6, 2017



When we

w o b  b Le


our parallel lines make spectacular curves.





(It began to snow during my walk today, children on their way home from school full of smiles. One happily rode along on their scooter, a bit wobbly and left these lines in the snow.)


Thursday, January 05, 2017

Gone

Gone by Teri H Hoover -January 5, 2017



If I had a thought,
It is too late to find it.
Sleep beckons.

Wednesday, January 04, 2017

Dishwasher Lullaby

Dishwasher Lullaby By Teri H Hoover-January 4,2017



When you stay up this late the dishwasher begins to sound like a lullaby.

Perchance

Perchance by Teri H Hoover- January 4, 2017



The perfection of the late, late evening,
Is found in a pool of light, a gentle snore,
And the pillow under my head.

Monday, January 02, 2017

In the Garden

In the Garden By Teri  H Hoover -January 2, 2017



Finishing up our 3 mile walk we enter the garden gate. Pepper gainfully slides in before me. Her black snout nuzzles gently and successfully. Inside she waits to be free of her leash and bounds toward the deck door. Picking through sea shells I grab the hidden key and open the door. Pepper looks at me mystified as I grab the clippers and head right back outside. She joins me in hopes of another walk. But my plan, despite a chilly, gray January afternoon is to linger a bit in the neglected garden. Clippers in hand, I move toward my intended leaf littered bed. Just one bed, my bare hands will need a good cleaning later. Moldy and slippery gray lilac leaves have buried themselves among the stems of the naked coreopsis sienna sunset. The clippers are rebuffed and slide along decayed gladiola stalk. But almost immediately my happy little pile takes the shape of a little upside down birds nest. The newly uncovered brown dirt looks pleased with itself. I pause at the muffled tune in my coat pocket. “Ah!Now this is good!” My brother Dan has called and he generously ends up sharing the next half hour in the garden with me. On speaker phone he keeps me company and little by little we bring a bit of light to the fading January afternoon.




Sunday, January 01, 2017

Brand New

Brand New by Teri H Hoover - January 1, 2017



Towards Tomorrow
Hanging back, 'till the coast is clear.
Inward chafing, wincing, squirming.
New beginnings vex me so.
Let's be done with it !
Like getting that first good scratch on a new car.
Relief - and not too soon, this new years day is nearly over.