A painting by Doris Myers
Memories are the remnants of Grandma's Parlor, shining through like a full moon on a fall night A settee with horse hair batting, upright piano, marble top stand, cane chairs, lace curtains and area rug Parlor protected, saved only for Sundays
Poem and artwork by Doris B. Myers. Linked to dVerse Open Link Night.
Detail of a painting by Doris Myers
Many leaves turn out to be like the others on the tree and make it beautiful to see.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
Diablo, you old God of War,
How we quake when you want more.
Militantly ignorant,
Losing all you’re looking for.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where SarahSouthWest is hosting with the theme to use three names of video games from a list somehow in a poem. I picked Diablo, God of War and Quake although I haven’t played any of them. The “militantly ignorant” comes from M. Scott Peck’s description of evil in Further Along the Road Less Traveled, which I found in a used collection of books a few days ago.
Not the branch nor the tree
Dancing leaves majestically
Do their small but useful part
To green the ground with mystery.
The wind may kiss us on the fly.
We catch caresses from the sky.
Sublimely structural - stay low
To aim our treasures high.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “sublimely structural”. Also linked to dVerse Quadrille where
De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) is hosting with the word “kiss”.
We haven’t seen the real world until we’ve seen it as beautiful.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday. (By accident I scheduled two for today.)
We had few toys. The mud pies that we made
We’d sell for mud-pie cash or try to trade
For treasures that would fortify wild dreams
That didn’t need much more than that we played.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge where the theme is “toys”. The The photo below is a hiking trail through a golf course which may be a kind of toy. I don’t golf, but I do walk this trail. The featured photo are the eyes of a beautiful troll we bought many years ago made by 5 Arts Studio in Cosby, TN.
I am also linking to dVerse Poetry Forms where I am hosting during February on the ruba’i quatrain form.
Warm it was, your mother’s hand.
She waited at the school bus stand.
You won’t believe how young she was
When dreams caressed your cheek unplanned.
Linked to dVerse Poetry Forms. I am hosting at dVerse with the ruba’i or rubaiyat form.
