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  Clothespin Doll For Mom It touched your heart a wooden clamp adorned in torn fabric, colors of life, Streaming tears of sorrow, yet joy,  she was your dolly. You dressed her each day with different colored fabric, two dotted eyes and a painted smile, kept warm in a sewing machine drawer, protected, loved. Your clothespin baby didn't have a name though it didn't matter. She was your dolly and you loved her. ***** Background: A poem for my Mom. My Mom loved dolls but never had any as a child as my grandparents never had enough money to buy her one. So my Mom made a doll out of a clothespin and treated it as her baby and would tuck it in a drawer of their sewing machine each night to keep it safe, warm and protected.  I wrote this for her when the words and memory came to me in the middle of the night I always bought Mom collectible  dolls for different occasions because of her childhood knowing how much she wanted and loved dolls.

 Bewitching Hour Enchanted castle of yore Dark with an eerie mist Haunted by ghostly lore Tales of the abyss Midnight the bell tolls Lucid the cob webbed moon The bewitching hour falls Unmasked in all its gloom Lightning shocks the sky And witch's cauldron brews Unearthly voices cry Phantom corpse exhumed Spirits roam this earth Dead and alive unseen Masquerade in a hearse Each year on Halloween

Without Words is a short eclectic mix of poetry, haiku and short story in chapbook form, exploring the essence of interconnecting without words. The author pays tribute to her cockatiel Sammers and the special bond they have. Ebook on Amazon https://www.amazon.com/ Without-Words-Joanne-Olivieri- ebook/dp/B08FHS2LVJ/ Paperback on Lulu https://www.lulu.com/en/us/ shop/joanne-olivieri/without- words/paperback/product- dpgw2q.html

Without Words my huckleberry friend Your eyes speak poetic eloquence without words. Your chirps embrace tender heartstrings without words Your soul envelops unconditional love without words Without words, your soft feathers encompass my heart and soul. I love you, my Sammers

Joanne Olivieri in Hong Kong 2005 Asian Signature Magazine Interview

Wilbur Sammers feathers whisper heavenly birdsongs earth angels chorus

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Photo and blogposts by Joanne Olivieri

Faces in Clouds Photo by Robert Lee Haycock Poem by Joanne Olivieri Faces in clouds Conjure dreams Maniacal meanderings Wander aimless Diabolic thoughts Permeate brain waves Daybreak Clouds vanish A new Dawn Peace

Night cries A deafening silence Restless storms Pass through Dawn Anxiety persists Revolving door. © Joanne Olivieri 2020

listen to your heart and embrace what your soul seeks live in the moment ©Joanne Olivieri 2020

Advice from the elderly. Meaning me. It's tough right now for everyone and the impact from not being able to leave your home is enormous in many ways.  I wanted to comment on this because as many of you know I have been disabled and home bound due to health issues for almost three years now. I use to get out all the time so when I got to where I could no longer leave my home It was a huge blow to me. So, I understand where this can be difficult for all of you. What I have found, though is when you have this time to yourself you can focus on your passions, whatever it is you enjoy doing. Whether it be art, music, writing, cooking, reading etc.  Take this time to enjoy the freedom you have to explore your heart and what it is that makes you happy. 💖