Monthly Archives: February 2018

How Did I Miss This?

Posted on by
5

I love works of art. Possibly because I’m not very good at it.

Yes, I know the basics but, for some reason, I never seem to buy the right canvas. (wink)

We all know of Vermeer’s “Girl with the Pearl Earring.” But today, I discovered one of his works that I don’t remember seeing before and,

Wowzer!

Vermeer_-_Girl_with_a_Red_Hat-650x818

I insist that you meet Vermeer’s “The Girl with the Red Hat” –

the hat, fuzzy and soft enough to feel

the lighting, impeccable

the cloak, smooth and silky beneath your fingers

her moist lips ready to speak

her eyes searching to know you.

 

I won’t give up painting on canvas but, for now, I’ll stick to painting words.

 

 

image source

Don’t Wear Clothes

Posted on by
2

angel_flight_by_leonidafremov-dakauox

Simplify your life. Don’t wear clothes.

No more mall dressing rooms.

No more decisions on style and color

No more grimaces when you don’t like what you see in the mirror

No more confinement

Instead of clothes

wear a smile

wear your heart on your sleeve

wear invisible jewelry that sparkles and shines

wear yourself

and dance knowing everyone is probably watching

That’s okay

They are waiting to grow into their skin so they can be like you

image credit

 

via Simplify

 

What If and Why Not?

Posted on by
Reply

house-sky-standing-cloud-hovering-51708314

Befuddled, bewildered and baffled am I

to think that my house cannot live in the sky

I’d open my windows each morning at dawn

and wave to the birds as they proudly flap on

I’d puff up the clouds that create my front yard

and bend my own rainbow to hang as my guard

At night I would juggle and play with the stars

then tuck them in safely in soft layered jars

Now, as i look up, I don’t understand

why my house it must always be glued to the land.

 

image credit

via Bewildered

 

When Pencils Need Sharpening

Posted on by
4

We were born. We didn’t have a choice.

We didn’t enroll for this class called “LIFE.”

Why would we ever want to “unenroll”?

We might miss something unexpected, something better.

Yes, some days all the hallways are the same.

They lead to the same old classroom,

the same old teachers.

Pencils get dull.

The roof leaks.

Trash cans get filled. Emptied.

But then on the big cork board in the hallway, we see something new.

“New construction in progress.

We are expanding!”

So even as we sneeze through the dusty air,

step over the nails,

hold our hands over our ears as the hammers pound

and the saws whiz

there’s a new spring in our step.

Something better is coming.

f9ecc24d241edbc138f6b2ded6898611--construction-signs-under-construction

image credit

via Enroll

Inclusiveness Doesn’t Need a Permit

Posted on by
Reply

cat-1992536_1920

WE CAN ALL GET ALONG

 

Come in the house, little mouse

I have a muffin just for you

it’s made with chocolate drops

and lollipops

quite yummy once you chew

 

Come in the house little cat

and be nice to little mouse

get to know her

you’ll adore her

besides, it is MY house

 

Come in the house, little fox

lick the ice cream I have made

It’s purple pink

and good, I think

It’s served with lemonade

 

Come in the house, little bunny

don’t be scared of little fox

have good sense

and confidence

and listen when he talks

 

Now, isn’t this just lovely

how we all can get along?

it doesn’t take

much food to make

to know we all belong.

 

© C. Dennis-Willingham

Edited version of my WIP children’s book

 

image by Pixabay

via Permit

 

 

Jeers for Fake Tears

Posted on by
1

fadc0bda1638196db710a5bb861eb2c2

She never gets tired of the sympathy visits.

The hugs, the tsk tsks,

the chorus’ of “oh, you poor dear”

So what she broke a bone?

It’s not like her heart lay open – split in the middle like a bagel ready for toasting.

I know she smiles when her visitors leave

How she says, “that’s better” while stuffing bon-bons in her cheeks.

Then another knock on the door and her face turns solemn again.

What a sham by a scam artist!

Doesn’t she know that people have real worries to contend with?

I can’t sympathize with the plight of an artificial pansy.

“All things are relative,” you say?

Well, I’m glad she’s not related to me.

 

image credit

 

via Sympathize

When I Grow Up …

Posted on by
1

 

barrie_maguire_quiltcailleach_3

She believed there were only pros to fusing things together

the bricks to build her house

the quilts to keep her grandchildren warm

the neighbors at the parties she threw

She was a pro at fusing things.

Nothing came apart.

Nothing tore.

Nothing fell.

No one was left out.

And all because she was generous with her love,

plentiful in her resources,

abounding with energy.

In all these things, she was profuse

never lacking

seldom flawed

and never felt defective.

In her wrinkled, aging hands

she held the world together.

I want to be like her when I grow up.

tmp758387297040203776

Image one credit

Image two credit

via Profuse