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From the mind of Ann Chiappetta

Stepping In It 💩

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I thought I’d share a slice of life with our best friends.

Poo on a shoe

By Ann Chiappetta

 

 

The day began in good faith and plan

Rising at six a.m.

Busy with brewing dark roast

coffee aroma disguising the odiferous

Tang of poo

Deposited   along my route to the office

Unknowingly I cam across it

And tracked the goop hither and yon

And blithely carried on

 

It was the second time that did it

My sneaker stepped in the middle

Of the big pile with a   squelch

And  , slip and slide

Then the smell arrived.

 

Dog shit on my best Merrills

And stuck in this muck

What was I going to do?

I, of course yelled down the hall for my husband

And as we coordinated the clean-up

With gagging and nose plugs

He said,

“Honey, why did it have to be you?”

Dedicated to the family dogs, Bailey and May

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ann M. Chiappetta, M.S.

Making Meaningful ConnectionsThrough Media

914.393.6605 USA

Anniecms64@gmail.com

All things Annie: www.annchiappetta.com

 

 

National Poetry Month Such a Sweet Nectar 🍑

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Nectar —  an acrostic

By Ann Chiappetta

 

 

Nothing else as quenching

Elicits flavorful tongue-bursts

Carnival of colors

Tangy pulp jewels,  vine-ripened orbs

Ambrosia’s best friend

Rainbow juice.

 

 

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Smashing prices, not Pumpkins

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📚 You won’t want to miss out on these discounts

All my titles are on sale until January 1, 2022. Save 50% at the Smashwords year-end sale.

Or visit my author’s page to find out more and read a preview:

https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/AnnChiappetta

 

Why Smashwords? Electronic choices, of course. Simple and get the book delivered to your inbox.  Transfer it to your favorite book reading app. It’s great, kindle isn’t the only eBook reading app in town. 😉

The Holiday Spirit

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🌲 🎄

2022 greetings and blessings to all of you from our family.

Irish Christmas blessing

The light of the Christmas star to you

The warmth of a home and hearth to you

The cheer and good will of friends to you

The hope of a childlike heart to you

The joy of a thousand angels to you

The love of the Son and

God’s peace to you

 

Photo description: Annie and Jerry stand together wearing festive burgundy  shirts. Yellow lab Bailey sits in front of Annie wearing a leather guide dog harness and leash.

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A Round Trip From New York to Greece in an Hour✈

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Yes, folks, I spent time with Karina Kantas, the host of the author’s assist podcast and the Artist First Radio Network ,   talking all things creativity and writing.  Karina lives in the Greek Isles and it was a great show. To visit  with us and enjoy  the conversation, click here.

 

Not sure where Dreya and I will fly to next but it’s sure to be interesting. I’ve got our virtual bags packed and ready to go.

photo description of Ann's personal logo of green dragon floating amid books and musical notes.

Ann’s personal logo

 

 

Felines on the Mind

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This poem was written for a weekly writing prompt generated by https://writingworkswonders.com/Writing Works Wonders.  It’s fun and keeps the creative muscle in top shape.

In the Sun

 

By Ann Chiappetta

 

Bandana the cat dozes

 

A ginger tabby

lazes in the pumpkin patch

Hooded candy corn yellow eyes

the sphinx

basking in the warm praise of Ra.

 

2021

 

Sunday’s Kitten a Poem

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Sunday’s Kitten

By Ann Chiappetta

 

Not yet

A prim princess

rescued from  Kittenish

misadventures, undaunted

black fur

 

feather

duster tail, lithe

ferrets  in and out of

indoor playground until she finds

the sun.

2021

This image requires alt text, but the alt text is currently blank. Either add alt text or mark the image as decorative. black kitten Luna with new pink and white collar sitting on her cat tree. The charm hangs from the collar and is a crescent moon with a cat on it.

 

 

 

A Warm Spot

| Filed under nonfiction Poem

 

Blogging about our animals is a bright  glow in our lives.  Just when I think it can’t get any zanier around here, cohabitating with two large dogs, three cats and two guinea pigs, something  happens. Thank goodness it’s usually adorable or funny.

 

Meet Luna, a petite long-haired mix. April rescued her when she was 6 weeks old and she didn’t weigh more than a bottle of water. She is about five pounds now and won’t be a large cat. She is gentle and happy and like Bagheera/Noodle kitty, travels well in her carrier and  has made her place in the pack. In this photo she found a warm spot to take a nap, I suppose a laptop is kind of like a human lap just a bit flat.

 

Below is my tribute to Luna.

 

Kitten haiku

Sprawling Feline warm

 

from hardware and data  chips

 

cat divinity

Photo: Black kitten laying  on it’s side over open laptop computer, head and paws facing camera.

Black kitten laying  on it’s side over open laptop computer, head and paws facing camera.

 

Sharing Poetry

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A Blessing

By James Wright

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46481/a-blessing#mainContent

 

Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me.
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness
That we have come.
They bow shyly as wet swans.  They love each other.
There is no loneliness like theirs.
At home once more, they begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.
I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
For she has walked over to me
And nuzzled my left hand.
She is black and white,
Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
That is delicate as the skin over a girl’s wrist.
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom.