Each time I see the color pink
I blink to clear my eyes
because that hue before me
makes me want to immunize
It’s not that I hate girly things
assigned to that one color
it’s just that if I owned that tint
my closet, it would holler
But any other color always
makes my eyes squint smiles
I wear them any time or place
with flair, in every style
There is one way that’s quite okay
(and nothing is for naught)
in nature pink that sizzles
is the one that I call “hot.”
photo credit
via Blink
There has to be a loophole
for us who still believe
in justice, freedom and our rights
amidst dishonesty.
This gap won’t last much longer
for together we’ll encroach
to fill the sinkhole with the hearts
we’ll never let them poach.
Hands united, standing tall
we’ll show a greater strength
than those who are unwilling
to detect our common link.
Photo one credit
Photo two credit
via Loophole
If we funnel our time and energies into being creative, we will see more colors.
And, we will have more fun!
art by CD-W
via Funnel
Note: From the last post, you may have gathered that Bad Ass Grandma needed a break from the holiday hoopla. As a result, she has packed her bag and is beginning her travels. After receiving her letters, I gather her first stop is the art museum.
She’s much too serious and no fun at all
and the man? Well, besides being skinny and tall,
he carries a weapon perhaps out of fear
I confess –
there’s no way in hell that I’d want to stay here.
via Confess
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
She puzzled and puzzled till her puzzler was sore
She walked down the hallway and opened the door
And to her amazement guess what she saw?
The sky? The trees? No, not that at all!
But pieces of colors all shades and all hues
obstructing her vision but changing her views.
For the pieces together were so snuggly fit
that the light in her brain was instantly lit.
Nothing to ponder and nothing to question
No one’s advice and no ones’ suggestions.
The pieces together had finished their quest
so now she could sit down and quietly rest.
Art and poem by CD-W (thanks for the inspiration, Dr. Seuss)
In the arms of a rope:
I”d tether to the glory
of lily fields and daffodils
on wings of whip-poor-wills in flight
toward the moon’s calm light
I’d gather all the wisdom known
with loosened knots, embrace the thoughts
allowing plots of greater good
to be my livelihood
You, untangled chord of strength
the sturdy twine so blessed mine
a lifeline, filled with hope
this dreamer’s periscope
Photo credit and: “The metaphysicians, theologists and even the modern psycho-analysts, have been long using it – the imagery of swing, for defining the wanderings of self and a vacillating, wavering or indecisive mind, and aestheticians, poets and painters …”
Perhaps, with a droll sense of humor, you will chuckle to learn what French artist Martin Drolling used to make Mummy Brown.
“Art historians believe he used the remains of French kings disinterred from the royal abbey of St. Denis in Paris” to create the burnt/raw umber hue in the below painting.
Kinda makes you think twice about what the women on the canvas are actually thinking.
daily word prompt: via Droll
A reminder about the challenges of growing into ourselves.
Carolyn Dennis-Willingham 