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
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Stand Terra Firma
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.
Daily word prompt: Tame
Fear of Change
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
Awareness
Day One:
It poured on my parade of glee
a deluge in my eyes
the incidence,
no coincidence
Lost days, a sad demise.
Day Two:
Once again the morning comes
the sun makes its reprise
I leap in joy
’till learnt the ploy
in the snake’s unveiling eyes.
Day Three:
Hope knocks on my door and says
“Forgot we are allies?”
I turn and ear
from which I hear
“Self pity, so unwise.”
Day Four:
Rain or sun, it matters not
life’s twists and turns surprise
for if not so
we’d fail to know
the blessings in disguise.
Artwork by Rene Magritte
Daily Word Prompt: Coincidence
One with the World
My niece, Hannah Hurricane Sanchez, Harmonizes with the world in her artwork. So much talent! Check out her other pieces here.
Woodstock- “To set my soul free”
painting by me
“By the time we got to Woodstock, we were half a million strong, And everywhere was a song and a celebration. And I dreamed I saw the bomber jet planes riding shotgun in the sky, Turning into butterflies above our nation.
We are stardust, we are golden, we are caught in the devil’s bargain,
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.” — Woodstock by Joni Mitchell
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Carolyn Dennis-Willingham 