Illustrator: Elizabeth Rose Stanton
sock it to you dance
with hooves kicked high-draped in socks
dressed daring-Peddles!
Socks?
07 Jan 2016 1 Comment
in All You need, Poetry, socks Tags: draped in socks, dressed daring Peddles, Elizabeth Rose Stanton, sock it to you dance, socks, with hooves kicked high
Pulitzer
06 Jan 2016 1 Comment
in a laughable smile, Poetry, Pulitzer Tags: braver tumbler, elixer, lover, prancer, pressure, pulitzer, runner
Pulitzer pressure
braver tumbler-prancer runner
elixer-lover
Begin
04 Jan 2016 4 Comments
in Poetry Tags: begin with watercolor, color pencil, details, fret, inspiration, lines, pen, perspective, played, shade, sweat
I begin with watercolor
I begin with pen
I begin with color pencil
I begin to when
I begin with inspiration
I begin with sweat
I begin with cool perspective
I begin to fret
I begin to swing the lines
I begin to shade
I begin to add details
I’m so glad I played!
Laws of Motion
04 Jan 2016 Leave a comment
in Laws of Motion, Poetry Tags: every action equals an equal reaction, force equals rate of change, Laws of Motion, objects at rest remain at rest, tells me short characters need large shadows, to embellish girth, Walter Koessler
Illustrator: Walter Koessler
Koessler tells me short
characters need large shadows
to embellish girth.
The three laws of motion.
The First Law states that objects at rest tend to remain at rest, and objects in motion tend to remain in motion, unless they are acted upon by an external force;
the Second Law states that an applied force on an object equals the rate of change of its momentum with time;
and the Third Law states that for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.
About Owen
03 Jan 2016 Leave a comment
in About Owen, Poetry Tags: About Owen, cordiality, cute trait, daydream, he is my handiwork, loving him, Michael Milburn, table, To My Son's Wife, what you see in him, woodworker
To My Son’s Wife
by Michael Milburn
I’m tempted to ask
what you see in him.
Although you probably
see the good that I see
I wonder if you realize
how much he is my handiwork,
or which of the qualities
you daydream about in class
are the ones that I take pride in,
his cordiality, for example,
or love of silliness.
It’s uncomfortable for me
to think of anyone else
loving him the way I do,
possessing him in a way
that only his mother and I
have ever possessed him,
and I can’t deny being jealous,
not so much reluctant
to share or relinquish him
as resolved to remind you
that he’s been around
longer than your love,
under construction if you will,
and that each cute trait
or whatever occurs to you
when you hear his name
I feel proprietary about,
like a woodworker
who makes a table
intending to sell it
but prays that no buyer
will recognize its worth.
Living, Loving, Laughing, Learning
02 Jan 2016 Leave a comment
in living, loving, laughing, infinite learning, Poetry Tags: illustrator: Sam Usher, infinite learning, nine laughs, nine lives, nine loves
illustrator: Sam Usher
nine lives
nine loves
nine laughs
infinite learning !
Enough
01 Jan 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: an aria, dancing a jig, enough, Geneen Roth, isn't an amount, it's a relationship, Stephen Greenblat, to what you already have, writing is a performance
“Writing is a performance, like singing an aria or dancing a jig”
—Stephen Greenblatt
Today I sing a New Years Wish that you have enough!
New Years Eve
31 Dec 2015 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: "ON", beacon to lead you, ETERNITY, light in the dark, New Years Eve, up
A light in the dark-
A beacon to lead you on-
up-eternity
Hidden
30 Dec 2015 3 Comments
in morph, Poetry, Sprouts Tags: around, down, faces, Hidden, piglet, profiles, rat, see, up
Find 10 faces, up
and down, all around the tree,
profiles hidden, see!
One person found a piglet and a rat too!
Did you?
Forest
29 Dec 2015 Leave a comment
in Gifts of the Spirit, Poetry Tags: David Wagoner, forest, forest breathes, forest knows, stand still, wren
Lost
by David Wagoner
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 