Set to Square


My Frigidaire’s in disrepair

the water’s leaking everywhere

My husband, well, he’s unaware

He’s napping in his underwear.

I tell myself, “do not despair.”

There must be food I can prepare

something fresh, a peach or pear?

Poor Fridge, it’s had it’s wear and tear

this in common, this we share

But I will act most debonair

when I wake up my sleeping bear

still with stance that’s set to square

and tell him he must fetch our fare

(“yes, now go and do your share”)

then waving just one hand in flair

I’ll sit upon my outdoor chair,

paint my nails with greater care

then catch a snooze mid-air.



– C. Dennis-Willingham ©


painting by Kay Crain

(I love this piece of art)

via Frigid

Who’s Who?


I sit on the end of the bench

away from you

I don’t need your lecture

about what to wear

what friends to choose

how to sit properly

how to conduct myself in public.

I am fine the way I am, thank you.

Besides, I like to read.

And you are just a seven year old girl.

image credit

via Lecture

How Did I Miss This?

I love works of art. Possibly because I’m not very good at it.

Yes, I know the basics but, for some reason, I never seem to buy the right canvas. (wink)

We all know of Vermeer’s “Girl with the Pearl Earring.” But today, I discovered one of his works that I don’t remember seeing before and,



I insist that you meet Vermeer’s “The Girl with the Red Hat” –

the hat, fuzzy and soft enough to feel

the lighting, impeccable

the cloak, smooth and silky beneath your fingers

her moist lips ready to speak

her eyes searching to know you.


I won’t give up painting on canvas but, for now, I’ll stick to painting words.



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The Puzzler

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.

the puzzler 3

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



Tethering to Glory


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 …”


The Recycling of Dead People

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