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The Puzzler

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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.

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Art and poem by CD-W (thanks for the inspiration, Dr. Seuss)

 

 

Tethering to Glory

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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 …”

 

Plain or Pretty – we can all relate to this

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A reminder about the challenges of growing into ourselves.

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I learned the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear skinned smiles
Who married young and then retired
The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth
And those of us with ravaged faces
Lacking in the social graces
Desperately remained at home
Inventing lovers on the phone
Who called to say “come dance with me”
And murmured vague obscenities
It isn’t all it seems at seventeen
A brown eyed girl in hand me downs
Whose name I never could pronounce
Said: “pity please the ones who serve
They only get what they deserve”
The rich relationed hometown queen
Marries into what she needs
With a guarantee of company
And haven for the elderly
So remember those who win the game
Lose the love they sought to gain
In debitures of quality and dubious integrity
Their small-town eyes will gape at you
In dull surprise when payment due
Exceeds accounts received at seventeen
To those of us who knew the pain
Of valentines that never came
And those whose names were never called
When choosing sides for basketball
It was long ago and far away
The world was younger than today
When dreams were all they gave for free
To ugly duckling girls like me…
We all play the game, and when we dare
We cheat ourselves at solitaire
Inventing lovers on the phone
Repenting other lives unknown
That call and say: “come on, dance with me”
And murmur vague obscenities
At ugly girls like me, at seventeen
                    by Janis Ian
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daily post prompt: Dubious

Nothing to Fear

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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.

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painting by CD-W

 

Weekly Photo Prompt: Peek

If You Are a Blogger, you must have elastic bones

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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.  😉

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Check out Rebecca’s art and her how-to videos on her website https://www.createwithrebecca.com

 

daily word prompt: Prefer

Where Poems Live

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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

 

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daily post prompt: Identity

The Waterfall’s Encore

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I would loathe to be a waterfall

shed constant tears or’r  worries wall

A heart of sadness would entail

a final curtain call

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But I’d sit on top a streaming run

in early morn ‘fore day’s begun

to feel the soothing water flow

awaiting for the sun

 

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Each day that passes I’d proudly stand

to watch the torrent, water fanned

and listen as it plays the tune

of nature’s gift well planned

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But to live beneath the fountain’s pour

unbroken moments of encore

inhale the mist of motioned life

I’d want for nothing more

 

 

 

 

 

 

photo 1:  credit by Jim Warren Art

photo 2:  credit

photo 3: painted by self  (after another artist who’s painting I unfortunately can’t locate  to give due credit)

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