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Dear Art Instructor

Dear” Poems – Imaginary Garden with Real Toads


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

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Still Life

d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #52 Let’s Fire it Up

Still Life


she wipes the smudges from her hand
stares at the gray shapes on her canvas
birds, flowers, trees, seem to magically
spring from the vine charcoal she
holds between her fingers
maybe the magic was in the fire, burning
life into dry willow branches


I’ve been taking some art classes recently – vine charcoal is made by burning grape vines or willow branches to a specific hardness.

Also posting on Tuesday Platform over at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

Posted in Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, poetry

Trying to Save an Hour

Trying to Save an Hour

I have locked the door
And placed a bowl of lemons there
All the curtains are closed –
Blinds pulled down
I’m burning sage and have
Gathered lucky stones
I rummaged through the junk
Drawer until I found a scraggly
Rabbit’s foot and a pressed
Four-leaf clover
My fingers are crossed
Horseshoes are hung
And stars have been wished upon
There is nothing left for me to do
I’ve done all I can
To safeguard my precious hour
And yet, I know, deep inside,
In the blink of an eye – while I sleep-
It will be gone
And I will pine

My good friend whines about Daylight Savings Time every year – this is for her.

Will also post on Imaginary Garden with Real Toads  – Curtain Falls

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All Hail the Queen

Poetic Asides  – Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 430
Write an Annoyance poem

All Hail the Queen

It annoys me –
Just a little –
That my gripes are
Never as gripey as yours
My woes, not as
My worries can’t compare
My annoyances not
Annoying enough
You win
You are the queen of whining
You get to wear the crown
Which you, no doubt,
Will complain about

Also posted at Imaginary Garden  with Real Toads – Tuesday Platform

I’m making this poem work really hard and posting on d’Verse  OLN too. Poor little poem.