Saturday, September 17, 2016

Privilege by Teri Hoover ©

Shirts and skirts galore,
comfy clothes to wear.

Twenty pairs of shoes
and a warm bed to share.

Eight kinds of nail polish
whose use is kind of rare.

Cupboards full dishes
we fill with food to share.

Fullness found in none of these.
We still have room to spare.

Each heart that finds a moment just to settle in.
Each one that finds a place to sit, in order to begin.

Move from privilege to blessing and go beyond the din.
Bring world relief and shed this itchy skin.

Friday, September 16, 2016

September 16, 2016
An Ocean Full of Love at the Lake by Teri H Hoover ©
For Dan, Lisa and Cassandra 

Returning home, the light dwindles.
The last hour darkness attempts its overtake.
My smile is welcoming as the full moon appears.
Familiar streets seem new.
The car quietly settles in the drive.
My dog jumps from her seat, and the jangle of her collar is consumed by the song of crickets. Partial unpacking, with hellos and greetings. There is cold watermelon, a long hot shower, and silent sitting.
Between here and there,
time and distance...
between me and them,
time and distance...
Today is overcast and as calm as my heart.
Thoughtful and still. Searching my memory for drift wood and stones. Pouring over the treasures of the lake. Recollections of a walk along the shore, shared with souls realizing this walk as precious. Each breath of sun filled September air, a blessing. The waves of Lake Erie gentle yet urgent. We sit unknowingly creating judgement, wringing every drop of beauty into our hearts. We collect small stones as if we will collect a million more.
We collect small stones, tangible connections to this world. Tangible connections with those we love.
In the evening he lights a fire to the sky. Limitless stretching, the blending of earth, wind and fire. Human laughter mimics the warmth of the fire and the lapping of the waves.
Silence will surely follow, but only for awhile. The winter will come. But we create eternal summer.
I send peace, I send love, I send strength.

Monday, August 22, 2016


Cyprus by Teri H Hoover© 
for the prompt "over might right shoulder" (A photo of my family.)

I have hidden in your brokenness and reveled in your love.
My family stands upon your rocks, the Mediterranean at our feet, our smiles as warm as sunshine.
Children of Aphrodite on a divided island.

Wednesday, August 03, 2016

 August 2, 2016
Small Stone- Awake in August

Computer hums. Crickets comment. Spanish guitar low and sweet. The dog snores on.
 August 1, 2016
Small Stone- Awake in August

Yesterday's pink gladiolus curl and cling to the side of a coffee cup, dying slowly.

Wednesday, February 03, 2016

A Curve Will Bring You Home

A Curve Will Bring You Home
02-03-2016 by Teri H Hoover©
For Sunday Whirl #236 

The rose will fall to the rill.
And the hand will find its contour.
There above the water,
small bare feet stand upon a benevolent arc.  

Sturdy and resilient, the bridge drinks in the song filled air.
Gently goes the fall line in joyous constraint.
Without flair or flourish, accepting each step.

Marooned snugly against a soft eddy of mud and leaves,
the watercourse enfolds the rose.
The earth turns imperceptibly.
Deliberately following oh so carefully.
How to spare each soul? 
A tight shadow displaced among the reflections
will drink in the laughter and join the rose.
There is no sign of loss or peril,
no spell to undo.
The world crosses over without condemnation. 

 The words:

Rose, following, line, fall, flair,  sign, tight,236 spell, spare, drink, bridge, right

Thursday, December 17, 2015

Chilly Shoulders

Chilly Shoulders
By Teri H Hoover©

Chilly shoulders.
The new black shawl.
Smooth and tidy, the pilling has not yet begun.
I wonder how long until that first unsightly snag.

Wednesday, December 16, 2015


Waiting by Teri H Hoover©

Listless and ungrounded
the tethers are snapping

A cacophony of silence
breaks the heart and
light illuminates the ashes.


Sunday, July 05, 2015

Patching it Back Together

Patching it Back Together by Teri H Hoover©
Sunday July 5, 2015
The Sunday Whirl #206

Escaping the bed of bones,
In the shade of the splintered heart,
a quilt lays open upon the grass.

The sadness dried like clay and cracking
in the collapse of the walls.
Whirls to dust, one grain grapples for safety.

Black crow turns its head toward a song in the trees.

The Words: quilts, grain, heart, crows, escaping, open, collapse, clay, splintered, crack, crawled, bones

Monday, January 26, 2015

Into This Heart

01-24-1015- Into This Heart by Teri H Hoover©
for my friend Sharmon

The Cascades Trail, Pembroke, VA 1-2015

We stand reaching.
Leaning in
into this heart.
The tentative heart waiting
to arise unshackled
from the detritus. 
We stand reaching 
Even in our sleep
we are reaching.

 For my friend Sharmon

Monday, January 12, 2015

If I Go Straight

01-12-1015-If I Go Straight by Teri H Hoover©
Link to: Sunday Whirl- #195 and Heart Macro #86- Shine the Divine

 Cascade Trail, Pembroke, VA

The story is not new.  I write words of wondering every once in a while. I muse along, wandering. I may find a point to share - or I may just be grateful. This will be a place holder for today. If I go straight with intention I will find myself in just this place. It is the intention within the faulty prayer I pray. I am consoled in my moments of awkward searching. My intentions are made straight with Gods grace. My mind wonders, I wander. But in  this intention I go forward with grace. I repeat myself. With so many words. The curves I love, wind around me embracing this heart. It must be winter again.

 Lichen Hearts
Cascade Trail, Pembroke, VA

I do not capitulate myself to an inky channel. Rather I render myself free. I am not listless; appearances deceive. I am only bobbing up and down on the nearly frozen water.  A single leaf  with an invisible anchor.  Smudged into a layer of  lethargy and resigned to the ennui of winter, where the smell of life is remembered. To generate a thought the heart must first hear more than silence. If I go straight there will beginnings after this ends. 

A list of words from the Sunday Whirl #195-

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Related to Unflinching

Related to Unflinching by Teri H Hoover
December 14, 2014

Related to UNFLINCHING-     Synonyms
determined, dogged, grim, implacable, relentless, unappeasable, unyielding, unrelenting
You are related to unflinching. If your feeling courageous you might even admit it.
The word that holds my heart is unrelenting. I used it to describe a photo my brother just sent me. It is not mine to share. So with words imagine.
A view through a door with a window to a small dimly lit mud room. Perched on a small table a rail thin woman, with her toes hanging, forgotten, over the edge. She is turned away from us and looks out a window into the dark, cold evening. Her arms are curled up around her and her bald head rests in her lovely hand.   
The photo is possibly one of the most beautiful images I have ever seen.
 It is terribly beautiful. 
It is unrelenting.

a prayer for all those suffering- xo teri