Roots of Feelings

Created and Written for
Thursday’s Meet the Bar
Eraser Poetry Prompt
November 29

*Authors writing notes:
I searched for a real book and an important issue of mine is today’s conflicts!  Most of our conflicts could be solvable if we practiced clearly expressing what we really need from others!  With this in mind I sought out to add autumn leaves as an overlay! Using mixed media ~ natural element lots , organics, watercolors, charcoal & then light painting.  

This following poem emerged within this text from page 45!

O, they
never been taught
to think
Southern grown
people needs
homelands Israelis!
like immediate
here were people
before they began
are lying
using each other
feelings only blaming
rather than expressing
what they need
woman responses
saying . . . respect
what do you find disturbing

Real Book Source:  Nonviolent CommunicationA Language of Compassion by 
Marshall B. Rosenberg, March 1999

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This Day’s Race

just a lazy Sunday afternoon
walking along the shores of Lake Windsor
in Autumn’s smoke filled air

distant sounds tumble
over these bare leaf hills
time merely passing
alongside northern winds blowing

I abandon my day
to the gentle flow
of these outer banks

standing outlined only
by silvery afternoon skies
will you come with me?

searching for meaning ~
in today’s pauses
in tomorrow’s promises
& in tonight’s praises

how bright this day
along a wooded path I walk
keeping myself company
all for the sake of living

no not for unknown times
but rather for times known
memories of family &
times shared with others

in a warm embrace
in joyful love & playful care
in sheer delight
of this God given day

a relay for life
one running step at a time
all to a checkered flag
& a hand shake passed
this day’s race well ran!


My November Days

Writing Notes:  At separate times throughout this November I have paused trying to capture a moment with words.
I share some of these below and I hope you enjoy them.  These are short poetry verses of haiku, tanka, monostitch and free verse.

there is nothing 
as rich as 
the morning dew

the frost
is like
fire and ice
spreading fast
through the dawn

this is
a silvery mercury


the breath
of an autumn day
sweet November’s kiss

November sky
and I
among the falling leaves



Open Arms

Written for dVersePoets
Open Link Night for Week 72
This last Tuesday of November

I lay across the dawn
with folded arms
tracing the light of day

Only hues of grays and blues
my mountain hills
whispering melodies of praise

Light floods my day
bringing landscapes up close
colors pour through an open sky

Walking on
making it and
finding that I still love you

Spending my days
searching for moments
like these

Where I can hold
in my open palm



Forever Here, I Walk These Hills


Bear’s Point on Lake Ann
I walk these hills
On this November day
Cool mist layered air
Rich in harvest smells
Pine needles among oak leaves
Sharing and relinquishing pungent oils
Peacefulness and blessings to this day
Forever here, I walk these hills
Baked Honey Crisp apples and apple cakes
Warm camp fires
With embers wood smoke
Smoldering smells of Hickory Nuts
And Black Walnuts
Forever here, I walk these hills
Pecan stands in the corner grove
This earth cups its hands
From the harvest red rubies and gilded golds
Gratitude abounds for this day
Forever here, I walk these hills
November’s content
Knowing this low ebb
Playful dawn of winter’s slumber
Leave this restless heart behind
The silvery mercury of day
Sunshine warms these labored hands
Forever here, I walk these hills
Music by Phillip Phillips Song “Home”

A November Peace

Written for @dVersPoets 
Armistice/Truce Making Peace with Poetics

A beautiful quite
My soul filling it with the
Mercy one can imagine

Love reaching
Beyond time
Into the realm of the kingdom

There is my god
My hope
My music
Beyond the tears
Heart strings & melodies

With the fire flies
Over the water tides
Up to the moon and
All the way to the stars!

Written for dVersePoets Open Link Night

A Dream Moving Forward


As President Abraham Lincoln stated in his Gettysburg Address given to the troops at Gettysburg, Pennsylvania that November 19th day in 1863 following our Civil War!
“Government – Of the people, By the people, For the people, Shall not perish from the earth!”

Moving Forward – A Call For Rebuilding The American Dream

by Joan Roberts
With one voice
Moving forward
After ten long years of war
And a near economic collapse
We are moving forward
We have much work to do together –
From the east coast to the west
From New York City to San Francisco
From Lady Liberty to the Arch over the Midwest
From the Great Lakes to the great fields of America
Unemployed workers looking for jobs
Families struggling to make ends meet
No home, no job, no pay, no food stamps
No safety-net left  
Shredded in the name of austerity
We have come too far
To go back now
We are our government
We are the people
We say ‘let’s roll’ get ‘fired up’

A Family Story written by our daughter-n-law, Michelle Boyle, who is a registered nurse and mother of two beautiful daughters, and wonderful wife to our son Lyle Ray Roberts.  Ray is a mathematics high school teacher and their family lives in Pittsburgh, PA.
Simply, Michelle writes a powerful moving and personal story of what matters in this world —

Day 5: I’m thankful for the things that were passed down.

9:13 AM Eastern – Saturday, November 3, 2012                       We are all in this together

MichelleBoyle.jpgA few days ago, I was home with my six and nine year old daughters as Hurricane Sandy’s rain poured on our house. We had a leak in our ceiling, right over my bed. I was trying to move it when the bed broke. This wasn’t just any bed, it was my grandmother’s. She received it as a gift from the family she worked for as a domestic when she got married. It took me years to realize that most of my grandparent’s furniture was from that family, because my grandparents came over from Ireland in the 1920’s, dirt poor.

My sister used to help pull me onto that bed when I was little because it was so high. I would take a running start—jump as high as I could—and she’d grab my arms and pull me the rest of the way up. My husband and I moved that bed into our home when I was pregnant. We have ‘snuggled away’ numerous nightmares of our daughters in that bed. And I just broke it.

A few things occurred to me in that moment, when our beloved, comforting bed broke. I felt deeply worried. We have, at last, been given an opportunity at real health-security. The insurance companies denied children with cancer, healthcare because of ‘pre-existing conditions’. The Affordable Care Act guarantees sick children access to health insurance. When insurance companies denied my mother-in-law an insurance policy because she had a “pre-existing” condition, she died a year later. In 2014, the Affordable Care Act protects American citizens and ensures that insurance companies do their job of actually giving health protection to American families. The insurance companies put a limit on what a human life is worth, despite their skyrocketing profits. The Affordable Care Act took away the “lifetime caps” on Americans. If someone has a relapse of cancer or complication with a chronic condition, she can receive health care without having her family lose their homes to health care bills. Denying sick children health care? Denying American families health protection? Deciding who gets to live and who gets to die based on how it effects the bottom line? These are the things that Romney & Ryan are championing. Not my idea of patriotism.

What helps keep me going is not the bed itself, but what it really means to me. My grandparents worked really hard to provide for their daughter, my mother. She in turn, helped provide for her children the ability to go to college – even though she never could. The bed represents the endurance of love, commitment, and hope that my parents and grandparents passed on. My grandparents cuddled their daughter from nightmares, as my husband and I do for our daughters. I could depend on someone to pull me up when I needed it most. I could rely on my sister’s support to do something I had difficulty doing, and yet very much wanted. Now I watch my own daughters help pull each other up, the very same way.

Recently my youngest, of her own accord, gave me one of the best compliments. She said, “Mommy, I feel safe with you. When I have nightmares you are there for me and I know it will be better.” My eldest saw the shattered look on my face, when the bed broke and said “Momma, you can sleep with me. I always feel better when I’m having a hard time and I sleep with you.”

I realized; that’s it. That’s all there is to it. That’s why I do this election work even though I feel pulled in so many different directions. We want to pass on to our children the love, commitment and hope that our parents and grandparents and great grandparents (my grandmother never saw her mother again once she left….there was no money to visit) had for their family, for us. We want the opportunities to ensure a secure future for our children: the American Dream. In our hardest times, in our most challenging times, we want to know that others are there for us – that we are all in this together.

This is why I work to re-elect President Obama. By his actions, he has demonstrated a deep respect for all Americans to create the American dream. He not only says we are all in this together, he works to protect the legacy of love, commitment and hope that American families carry and pass on to their children.

 The leak will be patched and our bed will be fixed. I ask that you please help re-elect President Obama so all Americans’ dreams continue moving forward.
A Nation’s Strenth
by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Not gold, but only man can make
A people great and strong:
Men who , for truth and honor’s sake,
Stand fast and suffer long.
Brave men who work while others sleep,
Who dare while others fly —
They build a nation’s pillars deep
And lift them to the sky!

Snow Fences

Poetics: Through the Artist’s Lens

Photo by Sue Ann Rolan-Lommler

Morning falls over the plains
Wind swept fields and carried snow
Only a light dusting overnight
No match for snow fences
Garden white picket fences
Greet the dawn
Long corridors of warming sun
Bring melting snow
A treasure found
Beneath the earth
Laid too bare
My soul’s winter birth

I Fell in Love in These Ozark Hills

I fell in love in these Ozark hills
There on the waters of Lake Ann
Held close by its shores
I step out into her woods
To spend awhile
Treading upon her earth and sky
Wood fires are lit
All for the calling of farewell
To my autumn days
Silvery skies found in morning dew
Lake Ann’s deep waters so placid and still
Returning only to those who see
Every day she meets my eyes
Bangles and diamonds twinkle
Like stars over her lacy gown
She dances to gentle river flows
To music of the Sugar Creek Waltz
Content without ever knowing a stranger
My dear sweet day, my Lake Ann
Village voices held close by surrounding hills
Echoing back a deep breath
Surrounding me
Setting my spirit free
Giving me – my heart’s sky!