Don’t be afraid
open the window
let in the air
Take a peek inside, see
hearts and ire
candles and daggers
roses and soot
monuments and ruins
a fortress and a tennament
a marauder and a Nobel
thunderstorms and clear skies
an anchor and a lifeboat
You are all of these
Open your window
let in the air
see you faults and graces,
your discord and harmony
Learn
Feel
Accept
And when you do
There is nothing to fear
on Armistice Day.
painting by CD-W
Weekly Photo Prompt: Peek
While canvas dries
the colors rise
revealing its own history
before my eyes
I realize
how life is quite a mystery
painting by CD-W
daily word prompt: Mystery
If you think I’m ghoulish, you should see my sister.
Okay, maybe not.
Painter/Author’s reminder:
Paintings by CD-W
daily word prompt: Ghoulish
She’s here. Now.
No need to check on me.
Go home, Miss Helen,
moonshine maker.
Miss Helen
two crackers shy of a box
hair colored orange (she thinks is red)
pokes out on the ends like soggy cactus needles
unless she’s driving Roadster
pulls red tam pulled tight over head
big bosoms poke steering wheel
with hands clutched tight
elbows poking out on both sides
Peers through windshield
wearing aviator goggles.
She’s here. Now.
No need to check on me.
Go home, Miss Helen,
moonshine maker.
Beats her gums about town folk –
“Saw Betty at the Five and Dime…”
“Oh, Lordy, the dentist, he’s …”
I stop listening
Think of something else.
Oh, Lordy.
She slaps and fluffs a couch pillow.
Dust bunnies flit around her orange hair.
Don’t lay down! Don’t lay down.
Go home, Miss Helen.
moonshine maker
My house, too small
for two crackers.
photo credit
daily word prompt: fluff
That’s a good thing. Bloggers are typically creative people who are flexible and think outside the box. They (YOU) are writers, painters, photographers, philosophers, and on. This weekend, I left Blogsville and went to an art art show where I met one of these creative persons, in the flesh, no less.
Although I’d much prefer to be doing art than viewing it, I’m glad my thinking returned to “the world belongs to those who show up” (author unknown).
So, I showed up and, not only did I find a kindred spirit, I learned.
Most of you know I’m a hoarder. That, too, is a good thing if you want to create mixed media art like Rebecca. I LOVED her stuff.
Here are a few of her pieces. Hard to choose but I think the last one’s my favorite. She reminds me of someone I know. 😉
daily word prompt: Prefer
Each one different
just like our days
a reminder that something new
will come tomorrow
Daily word prompt: Orange
I heard but couldn’t see –
blurred
vacant
distorted eyes
a loss of vision
in living life
my flawed decision
a deception
a perception
distorted
I heard but couldn’t see –
Three times
the clock chimed,
“revise”
“revise”
“revise”
tick tock – mind blocked
tick tock – unlock
And then I saw –
eyes can shift
with temerity
into clarity
from the surreal
to reality
by making a change
painting by CD-W
daily post prompt: Surreal
There’s a place where poems live
a secret space well hidden
a road from nowhere
a road to everywhere
away from madness
away from strangers
where life,
with all it’s twists and turns
flourish and grow
The place where poems grow
a never ending pasture
of tiny sprouts watered
pruned
erupting into color
waiting for the author’s courage
to nurture more
to harvest boldly
I’d gladly spend more time there
to feel creative winds kiss my cheeks
smell the air left behind by inspiring rains
listen to the seasons
and taste the warmth of words
upon my tongue
I visit there sometimes,
my second home
I twirl and dance
run and play
find the words
find the meaning
and write the cadence
of a poem’s identity
And when I’m tired
I lay on the colored verses
stretch my arms toward the sky
twirl the clouds around my fingertips
and smile at their tickled laughter
All in that secret place
where poems live
photo credit
daily post prompt: Identity
I’ll talk of my pearls,
my rubies and gems
of gowns made of lace
and gold finished hems
I’ll talk of my island
surrounded by glory
of exotic birds
my elite territory
Oh, and my face
it’s perfect with beauty
What’s that you say?
I’m sounding too snooty?
Okay then! Alright!
I’ll tell you the truth
there are a few flaws
in this “fountain of youth”
That trademark I have
I’ve kept it well hidden
I shouldn’t be bragging
and boasting’s forbidden
I’m really a writer
which means I’m a mess
my hair I just tussle
my clothes, I confess …
… are simple like leggings
my t-shirts un-white
appearance means nothing
what does, is to write.
Okay,! Right now
I’ll stop pecking the keys
Oh, crap. One more thought
(Damn writer’s disease)
photo is from a great article entitled “The Seven Habits of Highly Neurotic Authors”
daily post prompt: Trademark
Carolyn Dennis-Willingham 