For Theme Thursday: Tree….August 11, 2011
August 12, 2011
As a teenager,
my son, Bret, would have thought
a shoe tree is where his sports shoes
soccer, basketball, baseball,
whatever the season.
it seemed like every few weeks,
“Mom ! My shoes are too small ! “
“Mom ! I’ve worn my shoes out ! “
And on inspection,
indeed he needed the “shoe tree fairy”
(I wish now, I’d thought to have him
put his shoes under his pillow…
that would have been a hoot.)
Back in the day,
shoes were cleaned, and polished,
and cared for…
including the use of a shoe tree
shoes weren’t disposable..
expected to be worn for a long, long time.
The shoe tree was put inside the shoe
to keep the shape of the shoe
…to help keep the brand new look
and feel…no moisure would linger there.
TMI I feel, so I won’t go into cedar,
wood or plastic,
handle or no handle,
The well dressed man or woman would
not be without their favorite trees.
So did I tell you,
I don’t think that the trees were made
to fill the shoes
of a young man known as “Canoe”…
in case of a flood
one of his shoes could save a crew
For dVerse….A Ghazal: Of Men and Women
August 12, 2011
That the ages of man, women, children, repeat themselves, terrify.
that no matter what the century, the ages of ones life identify.
It’s the worse of times, it’s the end of the human race, is the cry,
as the scholars gather and try to organize, notate and identify.
The teenagers are going to hell, the throngs of parents and preachers speechify.
Teachers, physicians elders say they can thru the ages they know and identify.
At the point of no return, the adults find that they can exemplify,
the growth of virtues, ethics, moral compass that all can identify.
Elders look back, see the ages repeat themselves, as men and women magnify:
the world has changed SIGnificantly, making sure it is something we identify.
photo: free use image
writers five/lunch/Sylvia’s/pies awesome
hot/raining/cold front/brings relief
people in South/West/still suffer
heat/unrelenting/hundred plus rule
Stacey called/while eating/I goofed
my humor/missed boat/apology accepted
Cooler weather/on way/’bout time
Day 02- Something that inspires you
The sea coast
along the rocky seacoast of
and the beauty that is all around
each season of the year
has its beauty.
the sun shining thru turquoise ice
on the granite rocks,
the snow on the shore,
as the tide ebbs and flows,
and the sun shines thru
to show the glorious.
the lime green buds of new life,
along the shore
pink and gray granite
carved and tossed on the shore
in past ages.
clammers with there hods and hoes,
working hard and fast to beat the tides,
seaweed on the huge boulders
carved, broken, left during times
gone long before us.
melancholy as the life of summer
runs it’s cycle,
the sun warming the granite
we love to sit upon seeing
beauty in dying,
and the earth and sea,
preparing to sleep
spring starts the cycle
of renewed faith in
life along the
sea coast of
photo: free use image: Adventures of an Untamed Mainer
August 10, 2011 re-post
How boring can that be
but not for me…
lots of colors,
plain, fancy, iridescent, duochrome,
I love metallic …copper…most of all.
bold and pastel,
all the colors of the rainbow, sky, water and earth.
The feel of the different papers,
slick, soft, rough, silky, metallic,
Handmade, machine made, cut in different shapes.
catalogs in bright colors…
and National Graphic.
Cat treat bags that look like patent leather.
transparent and opaque.
There are oils,
acrylics, watercolor paints.
pastels, of all different uses.
markers..oh, the choices we have
…thank you Crayola,
adults love you too.
pens, thick, thin and ultra-thin.
And don’t ask me how many paint
brushes and palette knives are made,
I haven’t bought them all…
Can you tell that I have no idea
how much guilty pleasure
I have stashed.
Oh, I love my art supplies…