“Eyes are the Windows of a (fraudulent) Soul”

He was a fraud! While his wife did all the work, he took the credit.

While he went out to play with other women, she was locked away for fourteen hours a day to making their living.

He posed for photographs and squandered away the millions his wife made.

The Big Eyes of sad, melancholy children, stared back at Margaret for she was them and they were her. But the subservient Margaret kept quiet.

Until she didn’t.

She divorced Walter in 1965 and finally, in 1970 she told the truth. “I’m the artist of these paintings.”

After the lawsuit, “poor” Walter filed for bankruptcy and faded into his original, untalented self.

To read more about Margaret and Walter Keane, read here.

 

Daily prompt: Fraud

 

Accepting “I’m Not”

 

I’m a full-fledged non-hater

Evil, I’ve fought

 A fine moderator

                                        (except when I’m not)

Profound is my mind

It keeps trains of thought

I’m a woman refined

                                  (except when I’m not)

I’m a top-notch debater

find every weak spot

A master creator

                                 (except when I’m not)

I’m the queen idea lighter

weave interesting plots

I’m an excellent writer

                                 (except when I’m not)

I am quick to recover

heal when I ought

I’m an exceptional lover

                                 (except when I’m not)

I’m an fabulous teacher

all subjects I’ve taught

A perfect-made creature?

I accept I am not.

 

Accepting this non-exceptional self-portrait

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Daily Word Prompt:  Exceptional

 

 

 

The Sound of Muses

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Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens

hundreds to choose from in worlds that were written

years ago back when this sketch was created

these were the titles I most celebrated

 

When the night comes

when the day hums

when I reminisce

I simply remember my favorite books

the ones I could not resist

 

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Stand Terra Firma

The birth of Eve

 

Do not trespass upon my goldmine

try to uncover, take or polish my gems.

It is my shaft of discovery

waiting only for me

It is my quarry.

 

Why attempt to tend,

cultivate, till, harvest,

tame a terrain not your own?

I planted the seed

It is my terra firma.

 

Why mold a clay

with fraudulent hands

spinning, forming

on a potters wheel meant solely for me

when I am the potter of my destiny?

 

To understand my true legend,

I must do these things on my own.

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Daily word prompt: Tame

Superficial Bliss

not always black and white

The vastness of the wheat in field

Rich soil lies 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.

 

 

poetry and painting by CD-W

Daily Word prompt: Superficial

Fear of Change

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Why, birds, must you be angry?

your cawing, dawning, cries

on forceful wings

with hope of spring

your ire, it mystifies

Perhaps it is your season call

a changing time, alerting

so others heed

your time of need

through winter, disconcerting

Lay still your ruffled feathers

each change is not by choice

and yet you can

as you began

make known your thoughts in voice.

 

 

Artwork by Nicole Anderson

Launch

My brain is prime for the rhyme these days. So when I saw the daily word prompt was launch? Egads!

If you are expecting me to say “paunch,” well, see yesterday’s poem post – Hand Over That Fry!

And yes, I’m a staunch supporter of the Try-New-Things-Club.

Therefore, let’s talk about the conch shell?

Pretty, aren’t they?

What? You Americans say it’s pronounced with a “k” sound at the end?

Yeah, well apparently Britains pronounce it so it rhymes with the daily word prompt.

So there!

Seriously, who wouldn’t want to write something poetic about the conch shell and its beauty?

Because when I launch my ear up to a conch,

I hear the World of Sea

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Conch Shell Beach is a painting by Stephen Jorgensen

Daily word prompt: Launch