Author: Candace

I am a reader, a writer, and a snapper of photos

My Almost Masterpiece

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My Almost Masterpiece

 

How do I know just when to stop
When one more stroke would be too much
Or do I need to shade and crop?

I turn the bottom to the top
A little trick – it’s not a crutch
How do I know just when to stop?

Add cobalt blue to make it pop
Titanium white – a tiny touch
Or do I need to shade and crop?

Paint out the extra still life prop
Then add another pear or such
How do I know just when to stop?

Put down the brush now, let it drop
Release it from my desperate clutch
Or do I need to shade and crop?

Walk away, my canvas swap
Before I change it overmuch
How do I know just when to stop?
Or do I need to shade and crop?

 

On This Rainy Day

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On This Rainy Day – a Pantoum (I think)

just one color on this rainy day
the sky a rooftop of smokey slate
my bed is where I wish to stay
forget appointments or show up late

the sky a rooftop of smokey slate
trees and bushes a shade of gray
forget appointments, show up late
read a book, brew some Earl Grey

trees and bushes a shade of gray
chocolate cake upon a plate
read a book, brew some Earl Grey
a lazy day to appreciate

chocolate cake upon a plate
my bed is where I wish to stay
a lazy day to appreciate
just one color on this rainy day

 

Capturing the Sun

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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

I meant to paint an egg

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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

moments

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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

The Snowman

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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.

Empty Nest

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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