Back in Bad Ass Grandma’s hometown …

girl smiling… her granddaughter smiles. “Mom, when will Bad Ass Grandma come back from her vacation?”

“What’s so funny?”

 

“Thinking about what she did. She lifted one leg over something I couldn’t see then ran round and round while bouncing up and down.”

“Why …”

“She sang,

Round and round up and down

on the carousel horses.

Up and down, round and round

as the music plays.

The lights on top they shine so bright

as we go round and round

use your hands to hold on tight

as we go up and down.’

Then she sang it over and over again.”

“Yes, your grandmother is quite extravagant with her imagination. Was she still wearing a pony tail?”

Granddaughter laughed and trotted back to her room, saying, “I hope she’ll be home soon. She promised me the moon.”

carousel granny

 

 

via Extravagant

A Letter from Traveling Bad Ass Grandma

Note: From the last post, you may have gathered that Bad Ass Grandma needed a break from the holiday hoopla. As a result, she has packed her bag and is beginning her travels. After receiving her letters, I gather her first stop is the art museum.

She’s much too serious and no fun at all

and the man? Well, besides being skinny and tall,

he carries a weapon perhaps out of fear

I confess –

there’s no way in hell that I’d want to stay here.

American Gothic granny

 

 

via Confess

Who Knows the Truth, I Ask You

The vastness of the wheat in field

rich soil lays beneath?

No, Layer upon layers splay

To cover up the heath.

Who knows the truth I ask of you

Profound, I tell you this!

Uncovered, unexpected,

Lies a masquerade of bliss.

-CDW

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(if these words sound familiar it’s because I posted it a while back and not because it’s a famous poem 🙂 )

photo credit

via Bliss

Ashes to Dreams

A meager end of one’s desires

Helpless, falls within the fires

Softly heard the silent pleas

For targets reached with greater ease.

 

Bemoan the loss of relinquished goals

That lay defeated upon the coals

As sparks take flight and seconds clash

They cruelly wither and turn to ash.

 

Rising yet above the flame

Release of who or what to blame

To plant again a seed accrued

From hopes of life and dreams renewed.

-CDW

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via Meager

Make it Personal

“It’s true that everything has its Personal Legend,

but one day that Personal Legend will be realized.

So each thing has to transform itself into something better,

and to acquire a new Personal Legend,

until someday,

the Soul of the World becomes one thing only.”

 

Page 150 in Paulo Coelho’s The Alchemist, one of my favorite books.

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daily post prompt: Legend