Thursday, June 2, 2016

Haiku in Triplet...

Living by the sea and the storms that make angry take on a whole new meaning, I tried to convey the beginning and the end. Making it a happy ending!!   A traditional Haiku must have 5/ 7 /5 syllables in three lines - that's more challenging than expected!!  Still...

Kinda 'cheesy' but none-the-less, here's my story.  With a 'musical' tone...

Beacon cloaked in fate
Squall slays, consumes; devours

Sounds of passage ebb
Percussion, tide, diminish

Melody, descant
Aria, quiescent rest

Photos used are not mine...they're from a Google free image search and then I used a filter in my paintshop pro to have a bit of 3-D effect; like oil paintings. Images may be subject to copyright, but NO infringement intended. Artists unknown.

Friday, January 7, 2011


An azure eclipse of mystery your eyes are.
Shrouded and alien with a hidden secret
Indigo twilight on a cold wintry landscape
Dazzling my every footpath of life with
the sparkle, the glow of a far away, distant star

Outwardly, a wild and untamed sky
your gazing orbs become celestial spheres
encircling my being like heaven on earth...
dancing with moon beams and starshine
rarely a ray of sunshine they imply

Inwardly, pools of the deep ocean's spray...
witness I, ignition of Spring's rebirth of iris blue
with exception; the virulence of a summer storm
the clarity of an Autumn morn
the winter's stark coldness that captures my heart...
enigmas of my mind and soul, yet
only to take my breath away...

An azure eclipse of mystery your eyes are.
The glow of a far, distant, silent reverie ... a star!

Eclipse of Darkness©
Copyrighted by
Hootin' Anni
I wrote this in the courtroom yesterday out of boredom. LOL
photo monochrome
with color enhancement
courtesy of Google images

Wednesday, January 5, 2011


If we had a chance to spread our wings flying, gliding, soaring with an eagle
would we see all the glory it brings the glory of so many things so regal?
I walk along; inhaling, suffocating in icy air. At my feet the commotion of surf's foaming, the morn's filled with unruliness; unrest.
Poised on the shore, seeing the vision so clear do I?
Glancing to the horizon, it did appear...
Like a white hot stream beckoning; peeking
from the far distance of another world; reaching---
The frost no longer lingers within my soul before me;
evil of the sea's turbulence forced away.
A vision so clear -
The warmth and comfort of the solitary ray!!

Friday, October 22, 2010

Stepping over the threshold
Floorboards creaking and crackling
Leaving the moonlight behind; darkness enfolds.
A faint moan, a distant scream....
Going towards something alarming.
Your daring soul reaches onward,
Continuing in the ebony folds of the
unknown; walls that consume you.
Every step feeling pounding, terrifying heartbeats...
Fright turns to bravery
Courage now becomes unharming.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

It came to me
Recalling my first day for school...
Aged five, my mommy I did miss.
At noon, carrying my brown paper bag,
Walking into a room filled with noise 'n' chatter,
I pulled out a sandwich & apple.
Attached, was a note...
"Remember I love you",
Among the noise; the clatter,
I felt bliss.


...Time passes so fast.
still ev'ry now and then
a memory arises for just a fleeting moment.
A memory, long faded by years...
Like torn and tattered pages of my life's book.
For that fleeting moment I smile!
Quickly opens the flood waters; in the past I look...

Mom, my day is washed with tears.

copyrighted poem

by Hootin' Ann
October 2010

Monday, May 3, 2010

He looks up with inquisitive eyes and asks of me:
"Grandma, what's it like to be so old?"
His question makes me smile inside.
His direct curiosity; so pure.
Of this, his prying mind, afterall, it's not so very bold!
His inquiring is really honest-to-goodness bona fide.
Through the echos of my mind, I'll try and answer, tho I must be sure...

I take his pint-sized hand in mine.
I guide him to the chair...
Together, we sit; I hold him in my arms real tight.
Concede, I will not! For him, I'll not resign...
As I begin to regale what my life's tale'll tell,
With my now aged fingers, I pet his flaxen hair,
I try to capture his attention as well...
As I try to reveal to him; it's all gotta be...
every word now, just has to be right!!

"Let's see, 'what's it like being old' you ask".
"Yes, now my youth is coming back to me...
it's all so very crystal clear!"
"Well, let me tell you my dear..."
"Not so long ago, I was just like you."
"Young, curious, happy and smart."

He looks up to me from my bosom and beams.
The desire to reacquaint,
His steel blue eyes are now aglow.
With the time we have together as, my tale, I repaint...
he's ready and willing to hear my verbal reams...
to really be next to me; and know.

"Yes, once -just like you dear heart."

- - -<><><>- - -

Bringing to pass, I tell him of youth
I consider how to continue, what next to relate...
"But when I was young there was no TV."
He fidgeted a bit, filled with wonder
He couldn't comprehend the absense of false entertainment; my fate...
"Grandma? No television when you were a kid?" I say:
"Nope, we had games like jump rope, hide and seek, kick the can, and jacks.
In the summer I stayed outdoors for fun...
'til the day was ended and there was nothing more than a setting sun.
Kids were with freedom of imagination, what your life sometimes lacks!"
He drank in my words and wiggled some more;
his expression filled with ponder.

I told him of my friends, my brothers and sister.
I tried to make a vivid enough story about school days.
At times I felt he became a bit tired of my story...
Tho his interest lighted up again; it seemed--
as I described my favorite game...called TWISTER.
He giggled with delight as I told him how I'd fall down...
wrenched up and tangled beneath others as they toppled over me.
"I really didn't need the tv at all." I beamed...

- - -<><><>- - -

I recounted my assigned duties by age.
What MY mom called chores.
I'd make an allowance then
and spend it at stores.

I familiarized how working for a living was meant to be
as when a kid growing up and later in years.
How my mother would be there if needed to guide me.
Preparing me for memory, learning and skills...
what I'd think of as 'life's souvenirs'.
"We all must carry our own weight in the world."
"Learn to eke a living, share our knowledge."
"Sometimes test our predetermined course..."
With this little ditty, my grandson, more tightly in my arms he curled.
"...for so many times as we live day to day, there's a will..
that should be our own destiny...our driving force."

- - -<><><>- - -

In such a short time, my grandson, he yawned.
I knew then I must cut this short...
But I felt compelled to carry on for now.
"I saw and lived through many things, I did."
"Wars, loss of lives, a new dawn, many Springs and lots of Winters. Christmastime in the Rockies --oh so peaceful; snow covered bough--"
"I hiked in the majestic mountains, I fished the many rivers, I traveled overland."
"There was camping, and schooling."
"Different jobs and such. My own personal power-grid."
"Your grandfather came into my life; I was young."
"Your mother was born to me, a gift I should say...
The best gift a person can have is to be a mother."
"I tried my best to raise her like I was...teaching and nurturing for the years ahead."
"All of this done over such a short period in time, done in my own special way."

My grandson's eyes were now heavy with sleep...I knew I must stop.
I rocked him gently and whispered sweet words of love.
I raised myself slowly as to not wake the sweet bundle...
Reaching his room, I lay him lightly on the downy quilt top...
As I again stroked his flaxen hair with my aged fingers,
In a whispered tone I said:
"What's it like being so old, you ask?" I'll tell you...
"It's wonderful...just look what's lying on the bed!!!"

"Old Age" ©
Composed by me, Hootin' Anni
May 2010

Thursday, August 27, 2009

A haunting reverie; a song
Resounding through my mind.
Eternal, a place, for which I long
...ageless, constant; tender & kind!
Yet, still, those words outlast.
Lyrics carry me; a distance far away
of time lingering; past...
as if, only yesterday.
Words within, will remain.
The haunting reverie of a song...
Love's harmony, forever; once again.

Love's Refrain © August, 2009
by....Hootin' Anni
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I am a proud author of a photo album published through Amazon. A book of over 200 birds photographed by me throughout South Coastal Texas. Wings Over My Texas . Retired, living in the coastal area of the Gulf of Mexico. -enjoying the sand and surf. I have these titles: daughter, sister, wife, mother and grandmother of two grandsons.

I enjoy music, movies, beach combing, pencil sketching, crocheting, and dabble in watercolor painting. My obsession: learning photography skills; birding along the Coastal Birding Trails in our area.

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