Monday, May 21, 2018

I REMEMBER RAIN/dVerse

I REMEMBER RAIN

My clouds dark
Thunder echoes across the mesa
Four drops on my window
It has been many days
Since it last rained

I wonder 
What will summer bring
Will it rain
As it has in the past
Or will summer be hot and dry

May 21, 2018




Sunday, May 20, 2018

THE GAME OF HEARTS/The Sunday Whirl -- Poets United






THE GAME OF HEARTS

A game of hearts 
Who will win
The whole family loved to play
Challenges with loud voices
Animated laughter all around
Young and old alike

I looked for the eagles yesterday
Even though I knew they were not there
They come at another time of year
It is food they seek in the canyon

When playing the game of hearts
The game can start in the bar
Two eyes meet across the room
You will not have to wait long

Did I tell you I collect hearts
Love their shape
Love what they represent
They remind me of you

When the check comes
He will pay 
You are the queen
Lady luck is with you
You will not have to cheat
When you hold the highest card
You win

May 20, 2018


Wordle #352

Bar, check, wait, loud, animated, laugh, drunk, queen, eagles, family, win, hearts

Friday, May 18, 2018

THE FIRST DAYS OF SUMMER ARE OVER/Verse Escape

THE FIRST DAYS OF SUMMER ARE OVER

If I could write something new
Something I do not know
Where to find the words 
What is to be said

So I will write of honeysuckle, too
The sweet scent that fills the night
The city lights 
The windows rolled down
There was nothing I could do
No way to stop what was

May 18, 2018

Thursday, May 17, 2018

YOU BRING HAPPINESS/Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

Girl reading, 1893

YOU BRING HAPPINESS

Yes, happiness can be fleeting
Sometimes we don’t even recognize it
It is here
Then gone
Like the bird that comes to the feeder

Everything seems the same
As it was before
The sun shinning
A gentle breeze
The sound of the wind chimes

It is clear one has to be aware
Of each moment
A gift given
A gentle touch

You call my name
I look up from my work
You have entered the room
Share my space

Your hands empty
Yet you bring happiness
And leave it 
In your wake

May 17, 2018




WE ARE NOT THE SAME/dVerse

WE ARE NOT THE SAME

We are not the same
As we were before
All that is good
And all that is bad
Will come to you

You will find it hard to believe
You are not the same
As you were before
The deck chairs 
Have been rearranged

The attic has been cleaned out
The furniture do-si-do
The sofa in the kitchen
Bed in the living room
The dining room table out the door

On the outside
All will look the same
When asked
How are you?
The answer will be, “OK”
You begin to weave a lie
To keep the who-you-were pieces inside

May 16, 2018






Wednesday, May 16, 2018

MY HAPPINESS...MY SON/Poets United Midweek Motif/happiness

MY HAPPINESS…MY SON

What is happiness after all
New beginnings can be 
When anything is possible
A birth brand new
Children at play
Laughter in the air

A home of your own
A little piece of heaven
Gardens bloom azaleas
Morning greets spring
Honeysuckle in the air

There is seldom happiness
In saying goodbye
To the ones you love
The world seems empty
Like the game of hide and seek

Life slows down
As we near the end
The days are longer
The nights are too

The race you may not win
But stick with it
You will reach the end
No matter the place
Without reward
It is your job
Your life complete

Your friends will say
Job will done
Like the postman
Rain or snow
I will remember you always
My happiness…my son

May 16, 2018






Tuesday, May 15, 2018

My Bones/Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads

MY BONES

The structure of my being
The hardest part of me
Hold me upright
Like the horns that protrude 
From my forehead
Above my eyebrows
Act as antenna

I hold you in my hand
I listen to your song
Others might say
You are but an old bone
Lying on the desert floor
Bleached white
Sparkling in the sun
No use to anyone

Still I know you
You resonate 
With the bones
Inside of me
The sound of a bell
Clear and pure
Floats across the mesa 
You belonged to someone
Long ago
You are no use them any more
Your history is my own

May 14, 2018

Monday, May 14, 2018

dVerse/ Compassion Haibun

It was late summer, or you could say autumn, that little space in between summer and fall.   The leaves were turning from green to yellow and orange.   There was a slight chill in the air. The streets crowded with all kinds of humanity. More like a zoo than a city street. A grandmother with pasties and a little bikini, of stars and stripes, clutching her guitar.  Her son held her arm as though he was afraid she might get lost. Mickey and Minnie were there too. Bunnies everywhere exposed boobs and little panties.  A young woman with a tiny kitten, not more than a day old.   A strange collection indeed.


The city street was jammed
A strange collection of humanity
A hint of winter in the air

May 14, 2018

Sunday, May 13, 2018

LIFE IS SIMPLE/The Sunday Whirl -- Poets United Poets Pantry

LIFE IS SIMPLE

Life is simple
Or so she said
The days like beads
On a string
Polished to a sheen

Life is a game
Children play best
Many grown ups 
Have forgotten
How to play
No time for recess

Life is a worn shirt
She mends the seam
Ticks off the list
Of things to be done 
That day

Life is the sound you hear
When walking in tall grass
The diamond-back rattles his tail
Still you continue unafraid

Life is the main beam 
In the barn 
The roofline sags
Like the back of the
Old horse in the field
Fasten the gate behind you

You say, life isn’t so simple
For everyone
You went for waffles
After the prom
Beaten by police
Your face on TV
Much of life depends 
On your race

May 13, 2018









Friday, May 11, 2018

OWNER OF MY SOUL, ETC.ETC./ Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads

OWNER OF MY SOUL
TRUTH SPEAKER
MINER WHO DIGS DEEP
SAILOR OF MANY SEAS
EXPLORER OF DISTANT LANDS
SINGER OF SONGS
CHIEF COLOR MIXER
CHIEF POT WASHER
PROBLEM SOLVER
LEADER OF NONE
VISIONARY

You ask exactly what I do
I claim my space as my own
I tell the truth
I finding solutions
I look for alternatives
I sail to far away shores
I explore distant lands
I follow the path before me
I often take a path less traveled
I sing songs of love
I mix colors
I seek solutions
I wash paint pots
I work alone
I focus my eyes on the horizon
I can see the past and future 
I am an woman
I am a painter grown old
I dream of you

May 11, 2018








Thursday, May 10, 2018

I AM TAKING ONLY ONE DRESS/dVerse

I AM TAKING ONLY ONE DRESS
I wanted to write about the trip 
but I couldn’t find the words 
for those places at once so 
peaceful and full of what was & wasn’t there.

I struggled to find the words
That eluded me earlier
Words that describe this peaceful place
Each word found then discarded

At last I have found the words
There is harmony 
Between people and animals
Tranquility in the living of life
All is quiet no harsh words spoken
There is order in the daily life

I will continue to travel
There are seven more islands
That I will visit
My journey is mapped and ready
I am only taking one dress

May 10, 2018



The opening line (Which is the first stanza.) is from, il cuore: the heart, Kathleen Fraser.  It is on the 111pg. and is the 5thsentence.

The closing line is on the back of Poetry, May 2018, Chase Berggrun.


THE SMELL OF HONEYSUCKLE IN THE AIR/Poets United Midweek motif - water

THE SMELL OF HONEYSUCKLE IN THE AIR
The morning as quiet as a tomb
The indigo mountains 
Rise on the horizon
And yet...
Up close and personal
The sky clear
Except for a few wispy clouds

Water fills the pond
Can take any shape
Escape through the tiniest crack
Hard to hold

The day perfect for fishing
You said the water churned
Before it was over
Someone heard the cry
But in that moment
There was nothing to be done
You slipped through the veil
Like making another cast

On another perfect day
With honeysuckle in the air
The red cardinals
Who mate for life
Flew near

It is said
We can only live four days
Without water
It was exactly four days
You were dead

Too much water will kill you
You will drown
Too little water you will die
Water and death walk hand in hand 

May 10, 2018



Tuesday, May 8, 2018

AN ALGAE BLOOM/ Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads -- Tuesday Platform

AN ALGAE BLOOM
I did not mean to be too sad
Down in the dumps
Sad-sack

Late in the summer
After a heavy rain
A bright algae bloom
Appears on the surface

Comes in to the shore
Contemplating
Killing 
Everything in sight

 May 8, 2018

Tuesday Platform, your unprompted free-range day.

ALL IS GREY/dVerse

dVerse

ALL IS GREY
Each day is a new lesson
A new experience
There isn’t enough time
To learn it all

I mix colors each day
Choosing the first one
And then asking 
What will be next
What goes with what

Colors are rarely seen alone
They hang out in groups
With friends and family
When I work with color
It is all about relationships

What is judged warm
And what is judged cool
What is light
And what is dark
What is bright
And what is dull

I stand on the edge
And focus on the horizon
That place in between
The separation of land & sky
I cover my ears
For everything appears grey

May 7, 2018


Monday, May 7, 2018

NO MUDDLING COMING HOME/dVerse -- ALL IS GREY/dVerse

NO MUDDLING COMING HOME
Without explanation
I muddle my way in
And back out again
Sometimes it is not clear
Exactly where the beginning is
And sometimes I am lost
In the muddle
But like my old horse
There is never a question
Coming home to the barn

May 7, 2018





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dVerse

ALL IS GREY
Each day is a new lesson
A new experience
There isn’t enough time
To learn it all

I mix colors each day
Choosing the first one
And then asking 
What will be next
What goes with what

Colors are rarely seen alone
They hang out in groups
With friends and family
When I work with color
It is all about relationships

What is judged warm
And what is judged cool
What is light
And what is dark
What is bright
And what is dull

I stand on the edge
And focus on the horizon
That place in between
The separation of land & sky
I cover my ears
For everything appears grey

May 7, 2018







Sunday, May 6, 2018

TO BE OR NOT TO BE....ALL THE WORLD IS A STAGE/The Sunday Whirl World #350 -- Poets United Poets Pantry

TO BE OR NOT TO BE….ALL THE WORLD IS A STAGE
I think I understand 
A control drama
Is what you were preforming
You were feeling power-less
You dug around 
In your same old bag of tricks

Watched for your moment
Your voice rose
You shrieked
Shattered crystal
Preforming an old drama

I have seen it before
Sometimes, on a sunny day
I have seen a water spout
On the waters of the bay
The sky may turn dark
It is a phenomenon plain and simple
Like the “dust devils” in the sage

Stop the presses...

Here is a tip
It is not necessary 
To frighten children
Make people run away
In order to feel powerful
You seem to be chained
To the same old drama 
It may have worked once
But loses its effectiveness
When repeated



May 6, 2018












Saturday, May 5, 2018

JAPANESE TEA CEREMONY/ imaginary gardens with real toads




JAPANESE TEA CEREMONY
Excuse me?
Did you ask for tea?
My green turban wrap
Makes it hard  
For me to see

But I remember
You asked for tea
Yes, you did
You asked for tea 

My coat
Green embroidered in gold
Underneath my coat
I wear black

Your tea bowl green
The water hot
So it is up to you to choose
A tea ceremony just for you

May 5, 2018





Thursday, May 3, 2018

WILL I REMEMBER WHEN THE CHALLENGE ENDS/dVerse Open Link Night -- FRIDA/Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads

dVerse  Open Link Night

WILL I REMEBER WHEN THE CHALLENGE ENDS
Life doesn’t come easy
It takes patience
To traverse the difficult paths
Strength to know the limits
Experience of all that has gone before
Follow worn footpaths
Of those that lie below the frost-line
On cold and windy hills
Or below Spring’s new growth
In dappled light of day

Will the words come easy
Like the flow of the river
Moving South to quench the thirst
Of towering cottonwoods
Speak the language shared by all
Touch the heart of sculpted stone
Dry the tears that fill the eyes
Mend the bones
Scattered on the desert floor

Will my pen stay wet
And at the ready
Reams of paper waiting
As words collect in the wings
Just off stage
Sing the songs
Of weary travelers
Will I remember
When the challenge ends

April 29, 2018




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Self portrait with thorn necklace and hummingbird
By Source (WP:NFCC#4), Fair use, Link

"The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration." ~ Frida Kahlo







FRIDA
Frida Kahlo the Mexican artist
Outstanding beauty
Her black hair in braids
Wrapped in a traditional crown
Ribbons and flowers

Dressed in colorful clothes
Of the Mexican peasants
And long skirts to hide her limp
A phenomenon
In her work and her life

As a young woman
While riding on a bus
In Mexico city
There was an accident
And a metal rod
Went right through her body
It was only the beginning 
Of her many health issues

When in New York City
She drew attention
For her beauty
And her clothing
Like a bright butterfly
In a sea of plain

She fell in love with the artist
Diego Rivera
Their love story was
A story of jealousy and passion
The bases of stories and lore 

Because of her illnesses
She often painted in bed
And at her last show
She was carried in her bed
So that she was able to attend

How fun it would have been 
To have known her 
Today we are lucky to be able 
To know her through her paintings
Each amazing painting 
Tells a different story
All based on her life
And her fanciful imagination


May 3, 2018

Note:  The image is of a painting I did, based on the Self Portrait of Frida with Thorn Necklace and Hummingbird.  It was for a show in Houston, Texas, at the Lynn Goode Gallery.  I created still lives based on women artists, in the way they might have painted them.