Monthly Archives: April 2022

pspoetry-Day22 a week in the life of…

Lady Jane reading Life & Labyrinth book

A Week of-arlene s bice

Writing and reading

slip in brief mealtimes

lots of internet connection

keeps me touching the world

life, past and maybe future

toss in an occasional social visit

a weekly in-person study group

a few zooms for those faraway

life at present, the constant is

writing and reading

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pspoetry-Day 21 questions

21 Questions- arlene s bice

As a child always the questions posed

who, what, where, when, how, and why

always, why

curious always to know

Who said so?

What is elbow grease?

Where did this come from?

When did it happen?

How do I know it is true?


always, why

the answer is on the bookshelf

or in the internet.

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pspoetry-Day 10 turn phone off, etc.

No Phone Needed-arlene s bice

Easy to do

no phone needed

my connections are

from a different source.

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an excerpt from Running with the Horses

We were more than 300 miles north of Niagara Falls, Canada, leaving Sudbury.  I suggested that we continued driving north just to see what was there.  For five and a half hours, the road took us far north then southwest. We saw no one and no sign of anyone except for several mail boxes lined along the road. It was miles and miles and miles before we saw the next line of mailboxes. Forests were all around with occasional peeks of sun-sparkled water glistening through the trees.

            The first sign of people was the town of Chapleau. We were starving and spotted the only café on the block-long main street. The sign said Sportsman Hotel and Dining Room. Nothing fancy.

            People on the street stopped and stared at us when we got out of the car and watched us walk inside. It was a little unnerving. Again, inside each person stopped what they were doing and looked at us. We both ignored it, smiled, and sat at a formica top table with chrome legs. The sparse interior reminded me of an old 1920s kitchen; well-worn but serviceable. It match-ed the exterior façade. No one smiled in greeting including our waitress. She was an older woman who looked like her feet hurt. The food offered was plain meat loaf, mashed potatoes, and string beans. When truly hungry basic is more than enough. It was delicious.

Everyone continued to stare at us as we were leaving. They seemed to want to ask what we were doing there!  No one said a word. We thought they were Native Canadians. No one spoke. No one was friendly. There were no open smiling faces. No one was rude either. It was a weird experience I didn’t expect as a seasoned traveler.

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pspoetry-Day19 Textiles

Textiles – arlene s bice

Mother Said

“drapes and carpet dress the room”

sometimes more

sometimes comfort

sometimes protection

heavyweight drapes keep out

distracting light

cold drafts

peeking eyes

bazaar area carpet

warms toes

softens step

dulls sound.

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pspoetry Day 18 favorite song

A Favorite Song-arlene s bice

There are too many

in a long life truly lived,

to choose only one

when each has its own

memory, treasured

impossible to write new

while listening to the old

that keeps pulling me back

into the past, to re-live

with tenderness.

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pspoetry Day 17 collaborative poem

Prom Time

Edgar Allan Poe & Me-arlene s bice (with more apologies)

It was many and many a year ago,
   in an ancient village of Wales
That a man there lived whom you may know
  and I knew as well as thee
And this man he lived with no other thought
   Than to read and write along with me.

I was a child and he was a child,
   In that ancient village town
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
   I and this man of my dreams;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
   we read and we wrote, this man and me.

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
   Of this man and the time we spent;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
   Of my loved one so close to me;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my eternal love, a love that never died,
   In his sepulchre there in that town,
   In his tomb where he  lays in that town.

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pspoetry Day 16 after the rain

After the Rain -arlene s bice

with the earth washed clean

dirt and  debris sent away

time to begin anew

peppermint refreshed air

scents released as I walk

a solo wooded path

leaves still dripping

softly reminding me

the storm has spent

peace uncovered.

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any Grant offering coming from my name is a Scam!

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22.04.15. ten things of thankful

  1. That I carry a good sense of humor.
  2. My friends that surround me.
  3. My books are selling well.
  4. The gorgeous flowers of spring.
  5. My new schedule of rising at 3 a m.
  6. Meditation and its benefits.
  7. Crystals and gemstones for healing and meditation.
  8. My faithful readers on Facebook & not on FB.
  9. Zoom chats with my granddaughter.
  10. 10. Soul Discovery coloring book.

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