Stretching her stiff, numb fingers
towards the pale, new light
lovingly lifts her
and brings the canvas
to life once more.
(We forgive you for oversleeping. 😉)
No, we weren’t at the Audubon Zoo. As a side note, I have never been to that zoo, though I have observed it from the park that runs beside it. And I have visited many amazing zoos as well.
Anyway, when I saw Linda Hill’s #SoCS prompt I could think of no better way to get the job done than straight forward and to the point.
With a little help from my new aquarium friends…
Mr Fish was quite abash
at the brazen, frank and brash
exhibition and fruition
of Mr Turtle’s non-contrition
as he dug with great ambition
for delights beneath the rocks!
While the Butterfly brigade
nibbling grapes and marmalade,
enjoying such a bash
nary batting an eyelash
at what happened in the deep
for their eating led to sleep
and sweet dreams.
Beware! Dear winged creatures
for the horrifying feature
in the land of swampy things
from Louisiana brings
Mr Gator, with his hypnotizing eyes
and he will grow to such a size
he could crush you in his jaws
as he strokes you with his claws.
In the land of Jambalaya
Mr Gator must beware
lest someone come and bash him
making him the evening’s fare.
Fried, boiled, stewed
Contemplating an escape?
perhaps you should
And if you’re thirsty, toddle on over to the bar for some wings and beer with Dan and his buddy But watch out. I hear the bartender might bite if you don’t leave a tip. 😉
As we hustle through life, often barely acknowledging the things that come and go in our daily vistas, it would bode well for us to make an effort to stop and peer into the face of the familiar often ordinary seeming wonders of this world. The things that are constnt and yet so often overlooked could disappear tomorrow, never to be seen again. What grandeur would we miss then!
Perhaps you think me plain
and every Spring I seem the same,
a lowly blossom in the grasses
not as grand as other lasses-
Rose, Camelia, Gardenia, Rhodedendron, Lily!
How I pale before their light.
But if you come a little nearer
and peer into my face…
In a moment I can erase
you can borrow
and in its place
leave your burdens here.
Just a closer look, you see,
and everything-not only me,
will reveal the magic that abounds
in each miracle that surrounds
Take the time to see
the beauty that is me,
Each shadowed line
and crease defines
I have become.
that beat with hope
as our minds grope
for lucid thought
in a world so fraught
I see you,
beautiful and perfect.
Cheryl KP copyright words and images 2019
With Spring finally rousing herself from deep slumber, I am inspired to use my macro lens, even if it is just the one for my phone. Someday, perhaps, I can afford the luxury of a macro lens for my camera. Every time I try to buy one, the techs at the camera shop talk me out of it. 🤔
Happy #Free48 everyone!
My soul soars with childlike glee
while every bush and sleeping tree
yawns with fresh humility
before the light that magically
wipes away gray dormancy
transforming with pure ecstasy,
its palette filled abundantly
with Spring’s unique majesty.
I hold my breath!
Lest jealous Death-
Old Man Winter’s anarchist-
arrange a final chilling tryst,
her miracles to strip and crush
even as the soft pink blush
warms sweet Camelia’s face
and leave instead to take its place-
but shrivelled hope.
The bitter sting
of lovely Spring
in her tracks.
Don’t tarry as our hearts quiver,
noses run and bodies shiver.
We wait in silent anticipation
for Summer’s warm emancipation,
our toes to curl in golden sands,
and fireflies snagged by expert hands
as sultry sunset tints the blue
in orange, rose and violet hue.
I see your skillful hand
as you stitch the canvas
of the land-
so richly grand
why he is jealous.
Copyright words and images 2019
I have been so inspired by Spring’s slow, jerky arrival and so hopeful for new opportunities. Creative juices flow this time of year and last weekend I made this little light catcher. It cheered me so that I kept it for myself and hung it in my bedroom window where the light at sunset falls just right.
Happy #free48 everyone! Celebrate Spring and do check out Linda’s page for today’s prompt and rules. Today’s word prompt was cele-
By heaven’s grace
let me see your face!
My soul and yours…
We glow in night’s embrace,
but disappear without a trace
when the sun shows Its face-
too soon forgotten.
to silken webs-
the Spinner’s homage to
CKP Copyright words and images 2019
The Super Moon was gorgeous but with the rain clouds, the light kept shifting, making it nearly impossible to get the shot I wanted. These were the best she would allow.
At times I trudge through my life, sometimes with steps as light as air, yet often as though pulling lead balls chained to my ankles; still, I find constant comfort in the face of Nature. We have had a dreary sort of Winter, although the holidays were bright and full. The unrest in the world is palpable, carried on the chilly wind and hanging in the raindrops that seem endless on every weekend that comes around here in Georgia.
Yesterday was a reprieve and I was determined to find solace in the free blessings and gifts of Mother Earth. The message in her soul is always the same, so clear and encouraging, sometimes more so in those arenas made by humans to showcase her handiwork.
We are here!!!
Each face is as unique as our own, their expression and exuberance so real you can almost hear their voices singing for the change of season. I believe Nature’s joy in Spring is contagious. Can you hear them?
Spring tiptoes in on velvet slippers,
Peering around dark corners and waiting in the shadows,
lest the jealous heart of Jack Frost linger to nip her nose
or sting her toes…
Would that I could soar and fly
on dragon wings into the sky.
the bees might envy me-
Excuse me, Sir, are you going my way?
Alas, my human body is bound
upon this thawing, sacred ground
called terra firma.
My dreams can fly!
As I peer into the laughing face of Sunshine, teasing us from moment to moment..
With Nature as my muse, you see?
But vigilance and care must reign
or all was labor thus in vain.
We must not let the forever sun set on the Creator’s gift.
Ask not for whom the bell tolls.
It tolls for thee and me and we,
but never they…
For Nature always finds a way…….
Today’s images brought to you courtesy of the Atlanta Botanical Gardens, an ever evolving transformational vista of living beauty, located right in the heart of an enormous, bustling city. It can be done when we nurture the spirit of life and give her room to blossom!
Happy #Free48 everyone.
I fear my countenance now has changed,
the wear and tear of life has stained
the cracks grow long,
what once so strong
now wounded, bleeding
as my soul pleading
begs for release from
time’s relentless march,
the Minutemen beat at the door,
I ask for just a moment more-
Where were we when
began the end?
Why did we sneer
the thought that all might end
and no longer could pretend
still called this life so real..
Future is but a memory
and past has long forgotten me.
But this sweet moment
here and now
etched on creased
and weary brow
will for eternity be pressed
in memory’s book of
CKP Copyright words and photos 2019
A collective of poems and photos.
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Photography of Roy Thoman
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