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Sunny-side up! At d’Verse Poets Pub
Lillian is looking for some sun
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Capturing the Sun
I picked a bunch of
Buttery daffodils
Trying to capture the sun
To keep a little piece for
Those days when the sky
Is only shades of gray
With dabs of paint and
Bold brush strokes my
Canvas is covered with
Yellow ruffles of sunshine
That cloudy days can not
Obscure
Sunny-side up! At d’Verse Poets Pub
Lillian is looking for some sun
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Finding Sun on a Rainy Day
Gray, rainy, damp
A somber Spring day
A day for curling up
With that book I’ve
Been meaning to read
And a cup of Earl Gray
Brewed in my sunny
Yellow teapot
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #53 – Egg
I meant to paint an egg ……
Maybe three
Lovely brown eggs
With some dark speckles
A downy feather stuck
To one of them
A slight crack for interest
put them in a nest,
in a coop,
with some chickens
Instead
I painted a pear
Carpe Diem Weekend-Meditation #25 Use That Quote
“The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.” […] Rabindranath Tagore.
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wisdom of butterflies
can not be learned
in a single moment
Poetic Asides -Wednesday Poetry Prompt – Spring
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The Snowman
She built a snowman
On the first day of Spring
Festooned it with a garland
Of frozen daffodils
A line of limp crocus
Buttons marched
Down its rounded belly
A wreath of apple buds
Circled its snowy head
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We got about 8” of wet snow – schools were cancelled, the art museum closed – perfect conditions for snowman building.
Carpe Diem #1393 Spring Is Coming
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back and forth
sparrows carry twigs
nest building
We’re ‘Soul Gazing’ with Paul over at d’Verse Poets Pub
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Empty Nest
This empty room
has no soul
It is a cavern
Lacking life
No music blaring , no laughter
Not the oasis of calm
I had imagined
No dirty socks or
Candy bar wrappers
Hiding under the unmade bed
No posters and tape
Marks adorning the walls
Instead a Monet has found
Its way onto the freshly
Painted surface
The smell of you has
Been replaced by lavender
And lemon grass
Sunlight streams in through
Clean windows like a picture
In some home improvement
Magazine, organized, coordinated
But without a soul
Carpe Diem #1391 A Great Silence
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a lover’s moon
slipping into the old pond
with a silent kiss
Dear” Poems – Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
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Dear Art Instructor,
I don’t have a clue
Can you tell
I smudge and smudge
The squiggles of charcoal
I’ve drawn
Until, on my paper, is just
An amorphous blob of gray
Not a flower
And you smile, erase
Sketch and suddenly
My smudge becomes
A lovely blossom
Can you tell
I don’t have a clue
d’Verse Poets Pub – MTB: Phantom Form — Shadorma
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A Silent Friend
the fog knows
small secrets we keep
what we hide
from the light
like a good friend who won’t tell
what has been whispered
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