CPC Simple Sunday with Darrell featuring Art shared by Diane
Welcome friends once more to the CPC and Simple Sunday
We invite you to share some time and poetry with us
As we explore some Art shared by our fellow Poet
Diane-(Di710smiles)
Diane is sharing some art pieces called
“Japanese Rubbings”
This art form was originally created to help Fisherman record
The exact size and beauty of their fish catch for the day.
It has since expanded in technique to become a true
Art form in its own right.
No two rubbing are alike nor are they perfect
That is what makes them unique and valuable
Below our the 2 featured examples we share with you today!
For our challenge we ask you to write a poem using one or both
Of these two rubbings
With you poetry bring the beauty of not being perfect out
Most of all have fun and be creative
We wish to thank you in advance for being here!
Send Us Your Heart!
DELICATE AS A FLY’S WING
THE RICE PAPER SINGS
AS BUTTERFLIES TREMBLE
AT THEIR BEAUTY
THE GRACIOUS LADY SINGS
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WHEN I WAS IN ENGLAND THEY DID BRASS RUBBINGS OF GRAVESTONES AND CHURCH CARVINGS AWSOME ART
I gotta thank all the Family that helped me tonight , this place is Awwwwwwesome !!! Mary , Diane , Angel Love , and Jon , You are the Best !!! Oh , this is for the first pic , of the Samuri .
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MADE OF SCARS by Darrell , or as Mary likes to call me Wiz-D LOL
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My rugged hands are made of many scars
And my colorfull clothes may seem bizzarre
Deafening silence as each scar tells it’s tale
Everyone a reminder of how I sometimes fail
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Over my lifetime I accumulate these battle wounds
Forging permanent memories of the pain that I’ve consumed
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Some scars speak of times I’ve helped my fellow man
Carring only about thier well being , and not about my hands
As I go thru life obeying , yet breaking all the rules
Remembering what my dad used to say
Sometimes Scars are COOL
Swwww 🙂 So, Special you are Darrel our brother in heart Grateful for :love: :love: :love:
unforbidden love
caging of a dove
a father takes a stand
a mother hides in shame
divided are the lands
separate are the houses
no one may mix
outside of their clan
JT 112
I’m headed for bed , my sleepy red head . ready for release , from this heard of sheep . I’m gettin sleepy 😉
I love you all !!!
Such a fascinating and beautiful blog and challenge. Wonderful pieces posted. Will ponder and come back.
I have no idea at all just what this Blog is bout but tink its said sum bout being perfect – well this is all could come up wit … Hope ya likey !!!!!!
PERFECT TO BE
People call me
Many names
Sweetie
Friend
Mom
Most time
Cuz thats what I am
To all whom come
Sweetie
Cuz they think I be nice
Well maybe so
For I do try me best
To be there
For all who need
I care for the ole
The young
My friends
If you can call they that
Cuz I have not meet none
They are me internet friends
Well thats what I call they
And they are
If ever I need some thing
One are the other is
But always there
To lean a helpin hand
Prefect
Not me
Never will be
For I am just me
Friend
I am call my many
They say
That I am the best
Dont know bout that
Cuz I kin be as mean as a rattle snake
Thats how I do things
But some how
I never seem to can say no to any one
If they ask I will give
And are do
If I can
Mom
I know I am that
Mom to me mom
When time comes for me to care for her I am
And only to happy to do it as she once did the same for me
Mom to me nieces when I baby sit them
Just as much as I do my own
Step grand and guarding grand
What ever you may call it
When not you very own
Either way
Perfect
Not me
I am just me
Written By : Bettie Davis ————————— © January 29 , 2o12
Good morning everyone! Happy Sunday and here is my contribution. The art looks so perfect to me.. Love it! I’ll be back later to read and comment from everyone.
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So love this Blog Darrell…..Your are an awesome host!!!!!!
As I promised. Here is a little something.
Caged
Caged like a bird
No where to go
Left to roam within
my own small surroundings
These four walls
closing in
more and more
Suffocating
From lack of fresh air
Lack of humanity
Voices only
From a box
Is my company
I pray tomorrow
Will find me uncage
To be free
So free
Like the eagle
That soars high above
In search for it’s prey
But until then
I am caged
Within my own mind
2012 Jean Smith
Children smile 400 times a day on average … adults 15 times.
Children laugh 150 times a day … adults 6 times per day.
Children play between 4-6 hours a day … adults only 20 minutes a day.
What’s happened?
peace was here :entertained:
all wonderful writes here well done beautiful photos too hugs from inky
hello Darrell and Diane!!! Quite a lovely Blog and what wonderful poems it inspired!!!
I’m truly enjoying reading it!
Here’s a poem from me!! Hope you all like it!
Jon
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here is mine… love and hug’s
Thanks again for this wonderfully powerful theme and challenge today.
ON THE ROAD TO FINDING ME
Opening my eyes each morning,
I’m so thankful for what I see
in this new day given to me,
knowing it won’t be perfect,
but loving it anyway.
For in this life,
strive as we might,
to reach perfection’s door,
it is a journey, after all,
of self-discovery.
And who I find along the way,
including a bit more of myself,
I have learned to accept
the me I’ve found
and to be my own best friend.
Within the light and warmth
of today’s noontime sun,
content to plant my feet
and be right where I am,
imperfections notwithstanding,
so much a part of me,
trying to cultivate the ground
beneath my feet
and what’s inside of me,
making the best of the journey
and the best of who I am.
And as I look into the mirror,
myself reflecting back to me,
I pray that I’ll continue
to be the me who’s me,
to continue looking at the world
with the same wonder as before,
looking past all the imperfections
and all the flaws,
to focus on the substance
of the things surrounding me,
on the things that really matter,
imperfections and all.
(c) barbara kausteklis 1-29-12
Honored to be able to read each one of these wonderful pieces