There is no proclivity for cleaning the house
at least not for bad ass grandma
she’d rather spend time making a mess
it’s something she fervently plans on.

via Proclivity
There is no proclivity for cleaning the house
at least not for bad ass grandma
she’d rather spend time making a mess
it’s something she fervently plans on.

via Proclivity
He was mild in his manner
and sound in his ways?
Perhaps, but
‘Twas his creative spirit
that was worthy of praise

from my “Ben” series
via Mild

In whatever ways you celebrate this time of year, I hope it includes a safe place to rest, a warm hearth surrounded by people you love, and extra measures of great joy and peace.
Your friend,
Carolyn D-W

See winter celebrations here
The vastness of the wheat in field
rich soil lays beneath?
No, Layer upon layers splay
To cover up the heath.
Who knows the truth I ask of you
Profound, I tell you this!
Uncovered, unexpected,
Lies a masquerade of bliss.
-CDW

(if these words sound familiar it’s because I posted it a while back and not because it’s a famous poem 🙂 )
photo credit
via Bliss
Badda Assa Grandma
went to the boxing gym
She wrapped her hands, stuck on her gloves, ready to begin
Just as the trainer held up his pads
her specs slipped down so low
she thought she’d jabbed the target
but she’d hit him on the nose.

photoshopped by CDW
A meager end of one’s desires
Helpless, falls within the fires
Softly heard the silent pleas
For targets reached with greater ease.
Bemoan the loss of relinquished goals
That lay defeated upon the coals
As sparks take flight and seconds clash
They cruelly wither and turn to ash.
Rising yet above the flame
Release of who or what to blame
To plant again a seed accrued
From hopes of life and dreams renewed.
-CDW

via Meager
Page 150 in Paulo Coelho’s The Alchemist, one of my favorite books.

daily post prompt: Legend


cartoon and photoshop by CD-W