A place for poems and pics
in)Famous and possibly fictional encounters
Real toads are meeting up with someone ‘famous’
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Daddy and Vincent
Daddy was a frustrated artist
our house became his canvas
geometric designs in red and green
yellow and orange covered
the kitchen floor
always painting,drawing, doodling
one night, while cleaning
his brushes, adding more swirling streaks
of color to the basement wall,
there was a knock at the door
and there, outside, in the starry night,
was a man with one ear
Artistic Interpretations with Margaret
Margaret has shared some art exhibited at the NC County Fair in Asheville for our inspiration in the Garden
Waiting
I wait
for the footfall
that doesnt come
the gentle touch
that used to
calm my fears
I wait for the soft
tones of a voice filled
with love that is
now lost
I wait
alone
and yet
I hope
so I’ll wait on
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads –
Fussy Little Forms: Shadorma
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walnut tree
shaded my garden
provided
squirrel’s food
until they came with their saws
and changed our small lives
Camera FLASH!
An image prompt from the Imaginary Garden
untitled
by Thomas Eakins (1910)
Fair Use
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Casting Nets
They tossed their empty nets
into the deep unknown
expecting them to
fill with treasure – the kind that
would make them rich, or famous,
or a genius and when they hauled
them in they found nothing but
tarnished trinkets that added nothing
to their lives
I filled my net with love and tossed
it into the murky waters of despair
and when I tugged it back to me
found it was filled with peace
Weekend Mini Challenge: Boats
Welcome to the Weekend Mini Challenge with Kim from writinginnorthnorfolk.com!
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Dream Boat
a little boat floated out to sea
a boat that carried you and me
it gently bobbed upon the waves
we played we were a couple knaves
without a worry, no thought or care
we journeyed forward, unaware
until the wind began to blow
and waves to monsters seemed to grow
it tossed us over and around
up in the air – we will be drowned
we clung together – you and me
then suddenly it set us free
it was the sound of mother’s voice
that gave the monster little choice
my bear and I will sail no more
our dream boat will remain on shore
Words Count with Mama Zen – counting words in the Garden
pick three words – write a poem and don’t go over 60
-The Words:
mimicry
testament
rapture
cool
dachshund
cherubim
heretic
infinitesimal
convenient
serendipity
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Book of Words
It was a book of words
that left me in a rapture
a discovery of pleasure
I had to share
Each day I chose one word
that I would repeat and repeat
a testament to my devotion
words that became my mantra
morning and evening devotion
until the heretic appeared and took
away my dictionary –
thanks a lot Mom
FASHION ME YOUR WORDS TO ~ stretch the imagination
Pondering natural disasters today
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Hurricane
Mother Moon placed her
howling baby into the calm water
a bath to sooth the child’s tantrum
but baby splashed and kicked in rage
the water rose up, frothy
and toy cities filled with people
were tossed and buffeted about
small cars floated like boats
roads became rivers
until the child wore itself out
fell asleep amid the ruins
Short Apology
it was a short retort
you know –
the kind that sounds
like a snort
but it’s not
more like a blurt
not intended to hurt
your feelings
but it did
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Posted this over at Poems of Garden Gnomes. It’s a new (or should I say re-newed) place for all you poets out there. Check it out.
Micro Poetry in the Garden ~ Uncomplicated Things
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Simple Reflection
sitting on the porch swing
powered by just me
the big springs squeaking
in time to the back-and-forth
watching the clouds
powered by just wind
changing from white to
pink to gray as evening fades
into night
Weekend Mini-Challenge: Out of Your Own Words
I’m using the line, solitude is my friend, from my poem Simply Me
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Friendship
solitude is my friend
she sits quietly beside me
holding my hand
whispering in my ear
telling me my words matter
solitude is my friend
she nudges my muse
into wakefulness when
morning slips through
the kitchen window
solitude is my friend
she sits quietly beside me
as night steals the light
comforting me with her presence
until sleep taps me on the shoulder
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