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Day 27 The Culture Into Which I Was Born I see that barefoot girl covered with freckles, with white hair and blue eyes, not really fitting in, but trying to. She isn't white all over, nor brown all over, liked the kids down the street. (After she turns six, she can't play with them anymore.) She fe...

April 27 Praying Mantis Have Darling Faces heart-shaped with big, wide-set eyes. Designers of extraterrestrials for the movie Close Encounters of the Third Kind must have had the mantis face in mind. Like creatures from outer space, mantis are Kelly green, they keep their tiny hands folded before t...

indar wrote: ↑

Sat Apr 27, 2019 9:25 am

Good Luck AJ. Hope to hear from you when you get back

Thanks, Indar - and I will check in on my return, perhaps with a funny story or two - certainly with some humor regarding my "flog" prowess !!!!!  

I will be away for the last 3 days of the Poetry Month Celebration... a sudden trip is occurring.  I hope to have finished my last three offerings before I leave in the wee hours tomorrow morning so I can post them.  I wish to see this through.   It's been an honor, a privilege and pleasure.  Thank ...

Great stuff, Gyppo - you took my selves  for quite a ride Colm - quiet and in control, observing... wonderful Indar - so much is so few words........... Deb - WOW - "misplace themselves" - "choke on the rancid taste of sickening absoluteness" - "their tethers and yours, now broken" - "all hope of ab...

Day 26 Mee-Maw Feeble tears fall from eyes red-rimmed, slide down roughened red cheeks, drip unchecked into soap-scummed water. Outside, steel-silver rain gushes from blue-black clouds, slashes white houses, waters red horses. She stacks bone-white plates onto silver racks, pops the yellow stopper,...

Triolet 26 From thirty thousand feet There's nowhere else to go but down. The shipping lanes drawn, dotted, neat From thirty thousand feet. The Greenland ice . . . I see it creep. Its skin a shroud of wrinkled gray. It wears a frown. From thirty thousand feet There's nowhere else to go but down. Ma...

Day 26 Hoary Cave   North wind waves the hay chills mouse and song sparrow trees bend more than sway bow to the coming snow  Fields painted parched and tan lifeless flora's last stand earth sallow and wan a dirge playing for the land  The end will soon come cold Sun far and low gives way    night ha...

Dave - 25 and 26 are well explored and stated. "spring slips into summer’s dress,
without pirouette or song"...  "eyes upturned to heaven
when it is the earth that bleeds and feeds"........................ amazing, insightful
Aj

I rendered the two poems I mentioned as foreground and background calligraphed over water color washes. Innisfree was block-lettered in masking resist--then I did the washes in shades of purple and gray, peeled off the mask, then I lettered over all that the second poem in pale gold (sans title) th...