An Artist, Photographer, Writer, Poet

Daily Archives: August 21, 2011

The Sunday Whirl, http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/, offered a baker’s dozen for wordle 18. They are:


desperation,  slouch, screw,  light, ash, wastedcracked,  
revolution, cleansed, cheapstrangerspin, granite
 
This is my first desperate attempt at a wordle…because I think it is a great word.                      
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In desperation  
the woman  wasted on cheap 
wine,  slouched in the door way 
of the cracked  granite building 
that housed the six  strangers                      
of the revolution
that met under the ash tree.
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She cleansed 
the dirt off the light bulb,
so she could see,
spinning in her mind
what they might be doing
screwing a post into the
ground.
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Lullaby
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Sweet songs sung softly
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at the setting of the sun
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soothing sleep, Mom too
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Have You Seen…
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Have you seen
my “Helen Keller” paintings?
They are called that because
back in the day you could 
tell without seeing,
by touch,
what the painting is.
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These days,
my paintings are more 
subtle,
but still
rough and bumpy,
palette knives and fingers,
forming visions of 
waves, froth, mountains,
rocks and sand.
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Sometimes a surface
gives paint
a mind of its own,
rough or bumpy,
scratchy or
slick as satin.
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Come see my paintings
where brush strokes 
and knife marks rule.
On rough canvas, 
wood
or slick, slippery plastic.
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Enjoy the feel of a
painting,
sometimes it’s a mood,
touching the heart
or soul;
sometimes a touch,
the artist made strokes
creating images
and feelings
only you know where 
they come from.
Feelings.


If I die young…

it will be in another life time now..

When I was young,
a young wife,
a young mother,
then not so young mother,
it was on my mind.
Often.
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There were times
the diagnosis
wasn’t kind,
and, being a nurse,
I’d head for the diagnosis
and nursing books…
long before the internet.
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“What would my children do”?
Who would take care of them
and make sure they grew
to a fine woman
and successfull  man ?
I had plans for them.
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I’ve watched them grow
to adulthood,
and now middle age…
themselves parents.
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So, young readers,
we never know what the fates
have in store for us…
we all worried
as you will, too.
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More mature readers
will tell you,
they had similar worries,
scares, and close experiences
that made them wonder,
what will happen to those I love,
If I die young…..
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There was an old woman…

GASP it is me !
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who had a hard time
to keep her mouth MUTE
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If there was a way to keep
a conversation VIABLE…
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There was and old woman…
who couldn’t keep MUTE.
GASP !
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for three word challenge   3WW CCLIV

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Navy blue hydrangea's..in the bright sun, but still stunning.

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Asian Lily. Over 6 feet tall. Still more blossoms to bloom. Awesome. Lovely perfume.

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Edible flower garnish. Tastes good too !

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Scarlet runner blossoms...will have delicious beans for stir fry if the deer don't enjoy them first !

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Bright pink hydrangea...WoW color.

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Almost a florescent pink.? hollyhocks?. Gorgeous...spotted them half a block away from stopping at a stop sign.

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Annual beauty on Washington Junction Road...lamp post with sunflowers. Thank you Dottie .

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