TOWARD TOMORROW Rainbowed bridges toward tomorrow arch across a painted summer sky, just one sign of hope shared and lingering after the rain, its colors spread like magic and easing so much pain. And as it bathes the land with peace, I wonder where it begins and if it ever really ends. I ponder all […]
This was written and designed for the CPC Magic Monday poetry challenge. Open mic this week, declares host JT
This week I ask to share what you like,I believe you know how it goes for IT’S AN OPEN MIC “you know, that’s kind of the thing, I can’t freestyle and I used to always wonder why I couldn’t, and when I would try once out of every six months, but I was always a […]
“WINTER SONG” by SHARONLEE — 2012 BEYOND MAGICAL Blanketing the forest in crystalline white, snow silently falls and envelops the night, ice coating each branch, sparkling within the glow of a winter’s moon so very silent and still, my heart and soul transfixed and mesmerized by the sight, for just a moment at one with […]
ANGEL OF A SUMMER’S DAY I went looking for a summer smile among the gardens at mid-day in the middle of summer and could hardly contain myself, or my emotions, as I watched an exquisite angel of summer suspended, it seemed, in the air and in the moment. And on a steamy summer’s day, one […]
This was written to the artpiece “Winter Song” by Sharonlee, which is the featured artwork on the CPC Simple Sunday picture challenge this week. MYSTIC NIGHT In dark of night the distant light highlights in silhouetted sight howling wolf and hooting owl; something else with fearsome growl. From out the outback’s wildest part, where moonlight […]
Tonight let`s welcome back Sharonlee Sharonlee is a poet and artist Sharonlee says she usually likes to give her images a deeper meaning, but likes to leave to the observer, what that meaning may be. So we ask you to give this beautiful, interesting art a title Write in a poetry style giving it a […]
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“The Mirror of Venus” by Sir Edward Coley Burne-Jones (1898) AS THE MUSES SPEAK They gather in that quiet place where the silence of morning and the dawn meet my day, where a blank page awaits, an easel for the words and the images introduced by the muses who occasionally visit this page that I […]
This was created for the CPC Friday Fling poetry challenge. Muse goddesses is our topic. A MUSEABLE FEAST My muse she is a mischievous sort Any old storm seems to suit her port. As Clio she loves to relive the past, while Erato sings of love to last. Euterpe lyricizes sweetly; Melpomene rhymes tragic neatly. […]
