I planted flowers beneath the moon
and all my hopes and dreams came true.
I’d do anything for you
except,
dig them back up.
art by CD-W
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Where Poems Live
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
photo credit
daily post prompt: Identity
Dance Anyway
I just had a birthday
but they say it’s been a year
so I am here
standing strong
a thumbs up and a cheer.
Fifteen years ago, I wrote an entry in my journal about turning 45. Soon afterward, I copied the pages and turned it into a piece of art. I painted a journal (the image is flat) then made it three-dimensional by coating a separate piece of card stock with gesso. I glued it so it would protrude from the canvas.
In the original journal, I wrote how, inside, I was the same person who played guitar at sunsets, had intimate conversations with perfect strangers, and questioned everything about life.
Today, I have more answers. But I will always question.
What I positively know to be true is this–a line from a song:
“To love another person is to see the face of God.”
I have seen His/Her face many times.
And for that, I am forever grateful.
And, as my 28 year-old son once said at the age of two,
“It’s not time to go home. It’s time to dance!”
And he said this when no music was playing. A lesson to live by.
The Waterfall’s Encore
I would loathe to be a waterfall
shed constant tears or’r worries wall
A heart of sadness would entail
a final curtain call
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
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
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)
photo 4: credit
Concede to breathe
“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
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
Each time someone arrived ……
they knew it wasn’t hard to believe in something greater than themselves.
art my CD-W
Daily Word Prompt: Believe
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
Carolyn Dennis-Willingham 