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Friday, November 25, 2011

The Wind Beneath My Wings

My brother, Ronnie was a free lance writer. He wrote a variety of things in his lifetime from local articles to national magazines. He also wrote poems and was working on a novel at the time of his death. He was one of those persons who was so smart that at times he was scary. I fell in his shadow a lot, but I was always content to be there as I was so proud of him. We were always as close as two peas in a pod though there was seven years in our age difference. He looked out for me all his life, I think in part because Dad chose to leave when I was only two weeks old, never to return.

When Ronnie died it almost killed me. I had always written poems and journals but nothing seriously. After his death I started writing in earnest. I think it was partly to feel close to his memory and also to make him proud.

I published a poetry collection last year and have recently had a couple of poems published in anthologies. I have also been entering contests. Today I received notice that I had won first place in one of the categories of the Writers Unlimited Mississippi Poetry Society, South Branch 40th Literary Competition, for a short story I wrote and 1st Honorable Mention for a sonnet called "Winter Moon". I was so excited and happy but all I could think about was wanting to tell Ronnie. I could almost feel him smiling today and it made for a sweet Thanksgiving.

I am so thankful that I had a brother and family that always supported me what ever crazy thing I did. But there was no one like my big brother! He truly was (and is) "the wind beneath my wings". I will always love you and thank you for the gift you have given me to see life with curiosity and a smile.

So Ronnie, this one is for you!

Thursday, November 17, 2011

True Friends Have Fur

True friends have fur, four feet, cold noses,
and tails that wag faster than a NASA rocket.

True friends come in rainbow colors,
are different shapes and sizes and personalities.

True friends have deep wrinkles, bright smiles,
and more love in one paw than most of the known world.
Some can also speak!

True friends love you no matter what . . .
They lay a quiet head in your lap when you are sad.
Snuggle up to your back on a cold night.
Share leftover pizza and bring you presents from your yard.

True friends play Frisbee and ball with style, grace and high jumps.
Warn you when you are in danger, and protect you from
anyone who would do you harm.

Yes, true friends have fur and
are usually a cut above people friends.
I love my friends with fur.

From: Life in the Pond, A Collection of Poetry by Joyce Burns
© Joyce (Tidwell) Burns, ChynaMoon Creations 1997-2011

Monday, November 14, 2011

The Path Home

One of my computer art projects. I call it The Path Home.

© Joyce (Tidwell) Burns, ChynaMoon Creations 1997-2011

Wednesday, November 9, 2011


My mind
is locked tight as a drum
for I can’t stand
one more
of your insanity today.
can you be so blind
to all that is around you?
close your eyes,
ears and heart so
it’s a wonder
you don’t explode
in a fiery

What you call
is actually
as you
close yourself
to the thing you want

my best answer for you
Is no