U. F. Oh-Oh!

Recently in the news there have been strange floating objects going across the U.S. and Canada.  Initially the focus was on what was thought to be a Chinese balloon of sorts, possibly monitoring our nation.  It took days but it was finally shot down on the East Coast.


moon beyond trees - my pic


About a week later two more of these balloons (one over Alaska, another over Canada) were discovered and taken out immediately.  But there is uncertainty as to what they really were.  Weather balloons?  Spy craft?  Who knows.


At least we got some laughs out of it, as people kept joking about UFOs.  I preferred the Cat World Domination theory myself.  Some said aliens would not want to bother with this planet (it is quite a mess here isn’t it?).  Of course others were serious and thought it was really alien technology.  It could have been China or Russia or someone trying to infiltrate and damage various systems here.









Well now more close watch is being held so I hope we don’t encounter more.  But for a while didn’t anyone wish it were an alien takeover to give us a makeover?  Sigh!  Guess we have to keep on working for change ourselves.    Theresa M




Dusty Rooms

Mid-winter here I feel a bit down.  Trying to write something for this blog, but I seem to be somewhat stumped. I do hope the clouds lift before long and bring in the sunshine.  Till then, here's an old poem I wrote. 



Dusty Rooms

Turning a forgotten corner

Along her memory of old time,

Faint traces of childhood toys,

   a rocking horse still,

   as shadows obscure

   the lonely corners;

   webs cover wonders

   of long ago noons

in the dusty rooms…


Where once she held a doll beloved,

she saw it lay broken and bruised.

A mirror image of herself,

   and there a toy box,

   turned and torn apart,

   scattered in places

   hidden by traces

   of gray-color doom,

covering dusty rooms…


No dolls to hold no bears to hug.

Windswept rains washed little lives away.

Summer days without the sun

   kept shadows around

   as she walks through time

   she remembers now

   all the weeping sounds 

   of those afternoons

in the dusty rooms.


Theresa M

©1996



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