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     This was an imagination piece, perhaps after being at the lake, and it took second place in a contest with Tickled by Thunder in 2006. The pictures are in the words.   On the seashore   the window pane frames waves washing the sand if she tilts her head       just right the tattered flag at the lighthouse flutters                            in the next square   far-away sailboats are toys                          in the top square   but she must go out              let the wind run its fingers through her hair   gathering her long skirt     in slender hands she runs                   barefoot   warm sand catches each footfall   her copper curls stretch   and bob and the wind brushes her face with a passing kiss     Second Place, Tickled by Thunder 2006 Poetry Contest, published in Vol. 16, No. 37

   One summer I assisted my youngest with her paper route. This is what can happen with time to think and walk and deliver papers when no  one else is out and about.     Half hour before the birds sing my internal clock at odds   with early waking I begin my route   the veil of darkness lifts to greet the dawn mist rises from the riverbed as from the forgotten land of Brigadoon and birds trill to greet the sun   basking in quiet suburbia too sleepy even for its morning coffee I walk house to house street by street my load lighter with every delivery   my list embedded in memory now every day subscribers, weekends only in mailbox, on doorstep rolled and bagged even the complainers   the sleepers will soon awaken and expect a perfect paper     Published in Tower Poetry     

    This poem came about after an early evening walk when I contemplated the unexpected death of a  friend, how it often takes us by surprise and the memories that surface.   An Evening Poem Each step I take The sun dips lower in the sky     I will return before the light dives into the western horizon   Purple and pink clouds surround it giving the sky a painter’s look   I stand and think about the love you gave   the glowing orb dips a little lower the clouds grow darker   your light has faded too   The sun slides out of sight it will come up again tomorrow.   as memories of you also will     Carolyn R. Wilker Published in Tower Poetry Summer 2022, Vol 71 No. 1   All photos in this blog  © Carolyn Wilker unless otherwise acknowledged.  

 Look around yourself. Even on a difficult day, there's usually something that can lift your spirits or that makes you smile.   \ Always Something Good It doesn't matter the container a straw basket, cornucopia or a box for treasures in spite of disappointments and sadness there's always something a good night of sleep, a gift from a friend a helping hand when needed Slip on socks of thankfulness even in the dark and stormy moments when all hope seems lost.     Published in Tower Poetry Photos © C. Wilker