Honey is Gone

Moved, down sized, changed compass.

Wild.

National Forest, mountains, ranches are home.

Goodbye nightly aroma of beach fires- 

pallets burning... 

Flecks touch the surf.

Visit ocean.

It's ours.

Last night a friend left.

Loss of a family member, though

you saw her as a pet.

Goodbye tides.

Farewell cosmos.

Fifteen years of love.

Nanny to my children.

Checked safety, fixed covers,

never hated or distrusted;

but she stole underpants.

We laughed with her.

Snort at Honey jokes.

Her spirit soars.  

Swim the sea.

She's not gone.

Miss dust bunny fluffer-

nutter hair in corners.

Sounds of her toenails on

the kitchen floor, no more. 

Vacuum nose sniffing

specs of dinner gone astray,

now silent.

Golden Retrievers are from Heaven

Honey is up there, running.

When you see Honey she is kind.

A dog with truest form of love.

I wish 

I gave more treats,

paw rubs, kisses and

told her more often: 

"You are the best. 

You are beautiful.

You are my sweet."

more and more...

Sun sets,

slips behind landscape.

A gold color of Honey. 

Her tail flows in the clouds.

You are ocean.

Not a dog.

You are sea.

Swim in the kelp like when

you were young. 

Ride waves with surfers and Carson.

Dive for balls.

We love you too.

See you in Heaven mermaid pup.

Caroline Gerardo copyright May 26, 2016

Earth Day Poem

Thank you earth
paint green blue
river becomes ocean
teach us to
respect your
nature and fear
of random
power.

Caroline Gerardo 4/22/2016
Earth Day Poem
Copyright © 

Be Great

Waves Today


Head gasket warped
White herons visited swimming pool
Stock market closed
Son texted loves me from college
Bad driver remarked
Ocean clears stones to cool
Attention divided
Goals with positive attitude
Giving heart worked


Be great today

Warm By My Fire

Life is not easy ~

Better with family and friends ~

light fire when chilly.

#haiku after a long afloat day. 

We fix problems now ~

give generator fuel out ~

I will hold your hand.

I'm handy that way

Waves Pound Haiku

Fingers hurt from work ~ thousand waves pound my muscles ~ rowing almost there.

It's Friday
I balance three employment activities
You do two things in this gig economy.
292 thousand new jobs added

Looking forward with joy to finishing
the construction work on the house and
downsizing.
Never never never use mastic to glue to drywall
Words of warning
We hung this beautiful blue cork board on son's wall
A mountain where he hung congratulations certificates,
blue ribbons, and photographs of teams and friends.
When he left for college the awards came down.

Misty ocean calls ~ lighthouse horn reminds from far ~ of the happy house.

2 haikus, thoughts and a video to make you smile
Caroline Gerardo
2016

Chores On The List

Life is busy.

My daughter is away. She can be a

cyclone with her ADHD. 

Dust keeps piling. 

Chores remain. 

I was up this morning at five. 

Early summer fog disappeared. 

Sunlight starts around 5:47 AM.

"Stick to the list." I tell myself.

Time robs in bits and pieces.

I'm halfway through the revision on paper.

I read aloud at the kitchen table in the early hours,

and again at night after my work.

Doubting every adjective...

A break in the garden to water steals

an hour, just a second to pull some weeds.

The washing machine waits for me to figure out

how to repair the dogs (the little clips that spin the

big drum). Intuitively I know how to fix it. The center

agitator is pulled off. It waits for me to allocate a couple

hours to the fix. Perhaps hand washing and visits to

a Laundromat are more foolish than penning it into a schedule.

Wish I had the excess cash I once had to hire a guy.

On the weekend I rented the commercial carpet steaming machine.

"You have four hours to return it perfectly clean." The kid said.

"No problem I have only three hours to get 3400 feet of white

carpet sanitized."

He looked at me funny. A teenager at Home Depot . Probably

never lugged a fifty pound machine upstairs, certainly never

worried about getting things done efficiently, maybe never

fussed over word choice and never thought about a sentence

while the smell of bleach and carpet shampoo wafts about.

The dogs are going to stay outside more this summer. 

"You can be so happy napping in the gazebo." I told our Golden

Retriever. Her eyes understood. Her feelings bruised.

"I'm one of the children. You can keep the other dog terror in

the gazebo." I swear she was speaking in my dream last night.

This morning my son said, "Leave a list for me Mom."

I nearly cried.

I am so blessed.

  

Porthole in the Lighthouse

Saint Nicholas patron saint of Sailors. His head fell off.

Notice the wire structure...

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Plans

I haven't been as active online. Regrouping and following my New Years Resolutions.
1. Finish the novel in progress before my birthday ( have turned into editor)
2. Journaling everyday with instagram I found this handy widget maker that will roll my  700 photographs on instagram, unfortunately it does not carry the short fiction and haikus that I wrote with the images captured on my iphone. I hope soon enough they will enable that part....
If you go to my http://instagram.com/carolinegerardo you can follow or just read the progress. There are daily posts of some lovely, some ordinary things I find beautiful.
3. Make money with my mortgage business. This means working a 50 hour work week as well as 30 hours writing.
4. Keep soulful, healthy and fit
5. Be kind to someone random every day.

Habits are easy to change. Once you start then go a week walking the plan, it becomes a pattern in the brain.  My children are teens and young adults, and I hope they will soon follow my example and get all A's and work hard.

What are you doing different this year?

What can I do to help you?

Keep Working

Peddling along a plan

stop, notice patterns

waves work in sets

bees organize hexagons

sleep deep on your left

be it

use the electrons

in trajectory direction

keep working

the next wave

is on the way.

Turmeric Birthday Cake

Aspen Womb

Joy grows inside me.

20 years of Mom choices.

The back of the earrings lost.

The clapper located your keys.

Now I map my way.

Write your own plan well.

Unlimited by constraints of time,

the sieve between life and death.

The moment when golden light hits

Tuscan monstrosity across the canyon.

Don’t look that way-

Reach past the aspen grove dancing.

Fly upon that last single leaf towards ocean,

where slivers of seaweed touch shoulders as

swimming towards turmeric islands.

 I’ll pull if you need help.

On this birthday fly and touch the sun.

Copyright

©

 Caroline Gerardo all rights reserved for photographs, video, flash poetry and sound
For my daughter Blair's birthday 11/26/2011

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Ocean Inspiration Poem

Ocean Inspiration Poem

You

I know you my sons.

You can be anything.

You are able to fix everything but death.

All you need is a roadmap and hands.

Your fingers are strong, toss the Rubbermaid lid opener,

feel the struggle with my lungs when the waves overcome,

turn on the gas when you are tired,  find the kick,

Only mac n cheese the electricity is shut off.

You require a plan.

Two feet walk across the ocean.

Follow the sunset west, or the pelicans if you must.

"Get up," I say "Don’t die on me Mom."

"God I hate a quitter."

You can be anything.

copyright ©10/10/2011 Caroline Gerardo