
even a teddy
needs a bath before cuddling
with dainty owner
Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
26 Jul 2017 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Teddy bath Tags: before cuddling, even a teddy, needs a bath, Teddy bath, Victoria Calderone Miller, with dainty owner

even a teddy
needs a bath before cuddling
with dainty owner
24 Jul 2017 Leave a comment
in intuition, Poetry Tags: and wings to fly afar, butterfly energy, illustrator:Cher Jiang, in to me I see, intuition

illustrator: Cher Jiang
.
in to me I see
butterfly energy and
wings to fly afar
23 Jul 2017 Leave a comment
in Poetry, We the People of the United States Tags: gems, Patagonia, the Federal Government cares for them and us, we own acres, We the People of the United States

“and the natural parks we own” by Patagonia
.
we own acres-the
Federal Government cares
for them and us: gems!
22 Jul 2017 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Visual Literacy Tags: in the plants-windows-vistas- of this cultured nest, of this cultured nest, Visual Literacy, what we saw-heard felt, Workshop in Blue Ash Ohio
Visual Literacy Workshop in Blue Ash, Ohio
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what we saw heard felt
in the plants-windows-vistas
of this cultured nest
19 Jul 2017 Leave a comment
in Little Tweeter, Poetry Tags: Little Tweeter, looking for music to tame the beast in Berkeley, neck-tied, tattoo-ed, tweet

Little Tweeter
.
Tattoo-ed- neck-tied tweet
looking for music to tame
the beast in Berkeley!
16 Jul 2017 Leave a comment
in Poetry
In front of my house, the house wren sings and scolds anyone who would scare her young, every summer.

on our front porch
in the apple tree
on the bird-house roof
perches this song-ful bird
She occupies the whole front of the townhouse!
Mary Oliver:
“To Be Human Is to Sing Your Own Song.”
Everything I can think of that my parents
thought or did I don’t think and I don’t do.
I opened windows, they shut them. I pulled
open the curtains, they shut them. If you
get my drift. Of course there were some
similarities – they wanted to be happy
and the weren’t. I wanted to be Shelley and I
wasn’t. I don’t mean I didn’t have to avoid
imitation, the gloom was pretty heavy. But
then, for me, there was the forest, where
they didn’t exist. And the fields. Where I
learned about birds and other sweet tidbits
of existence. The song sparrow, for example.
In the song sparrow’s nest the nestlings,
those who would…
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16 Jul 2017 1 Comment
in Poetry, Renaissance Tags: re: over and over, recover, redemption, Renaissance, resplendent, resurrection, Roxy's photo

Roxy’s photo
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(re: over and over)
recover
resurrection
redemption
resplendent
renaissance