Befuddled, bewildered and baffled am I
to think that my house cannot live in the sky
I’d open my windows each morning at dawn
and wave to the birds as they proudly flap on
I’d puff up the clouds that create my front yard
and bend my own rainbow to hang as my guard
At night I would juggle and play with the stars
then tuck them in safely in soft layered jars
Now, as i look up, I don’t understand
why my house it must always be glued to the land.
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via Bewildered
WE CAN ALL GET ALONG
Come in the house, little mouse
I have a muffin just for you
it’s made with chocolate drops
and lollipops
quite yummy once you chew
Come in the house little cat
and be nice to little mouse
get to know her
you’ll adore her
besides, it is MY house
Come in the house, little fox
lick the ice cream I have made
It’s purple pink
and good, I think
It’s served with lemonade
Come in the house, little bunny
don’t be scared of little fox
have good sense
and confidence
and listen when he talks
Now, isn’t this just lovely
how we all can get along?
it doesn’t take
much food to make
to know we all belong.
© C. Dennis-Willingham
Edited version of my WIP children’s book
image by Pixabay
via Permit
She believed there were only pros to fusing things together
the bricks to build her house
the quilts to keep her grandchildren warm
the neighbors at the parties she threw
She was a pro at fusing things.
Nothing came apart.
Nothing tore.
Nothing fell.
No one was left out.
And all because she was generous with her love,
plentiful in her resources,
abounding with energy.
In all these things, she was profuse
never lacking
seldom flawed
and never felt defective.
In her wrinkled, aging hands
she held the world together.
I want to be like her when I grow up.
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via Profuse
Is reflection the conveyor
of a message thinly sent
to serve as object’s layer
in an undersized percent
Or,
is reflection the conveyor
of a purposeful intent
to show the viewing player
the beauty of accent?
via Conveyor
Do not rain on my parade
unless it’s with feathers,
or glitter
or golden moon powder
You may not like the floats I created
my choice of marching bands
or the tethered balloons
reaching for the endless sky.
Perhaps the spectators are not to your liking
the cheers from old and young alike
may be too loud for your ears.
If you want to rain on my parade
do not come
But if your heart opens
and your mind changes
I will let you in for free.
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via Stifle
It is quite indisputable
we all can act delusional
I believe it to be suitable
to live a life unusual
The world is not inscrutable
it’s alive with things quite beautiful
and everything’s improvable
Just try.
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via Inscrutable
What good is a window
if there’s nothing to see
no season of fall
no drifting of leaves
What good is a window
if there’s only a wall.
What good is a window
if it’s sealed on all sides
if it always stays closed
by your heart or your pride
What good is a window
If you’re underexposed.
What good is a window
if it’s locked tight, secured
or covered with drapes
and your view is obscured
What good is a window
If there is no escape
What good is a window
if it’s not open wide
to smile at skies blue
to let fear subside
So,
What good is a window?
It let’s you climb through
(photo taken when I visited beautiful Tuscany)
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Each time I see the color pink
I blink to clear my eyes
because that hue before me
makes me want to immunize
It’s not that I hate girly things
assigned to that one color
it’s just that if I owned that tint
my closet, it would holler
But any other color always
makes my eyes squint smiles
I wear them any time or place
with flair, in every style
There is one way that’s quite okay
(and nothing is for naught)
in nature pink that sizzles
is the one that I call “hot.”
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via Blink
There has to be a loophole
for us who still believe
in justice, freedom and our rights
amidst dishonesty.
This gap won’t last much longer
for together we’ll encroach
to fill the sinkhole with the hearts
we’ll never let them poach.
Hands united, standing tall
we’ll show a greater strength
than those who are unwilling
to detect our common link.
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via Loophole
Carolyn Dennis-Willingham 