De is hosting Quadrille Monday in the dVerse Poets Pub ~~ and it's all about LIGHT
She dances under a carnival tent
draped in tulle, this beauty burning
bright
smoke curls, phantom wisps, obscure her face
the Ferris wheel turns and plays its shadow game
glittering midway lights twirl in perfect sync
while I stand entranced, and mysteries freely flow
Monday means Quadrille in the DVerse Poets Pub! Whimsy Gizmo provides us a "lunar" challenge! as luck would have it i recently acquired a book of jamie wyeth's art.
Jamie Wyeth ~ Monhegan's Schoolteacher ~ 2004
it's hard to concentrate
when a young lad's
teacher looks like this
if only he knew
his lovely teacher
reads
e e cummings
by the light of the moon
by the light of the stars
naked and free of inhibition
if only he knew
Lillian has us 'falling' in the dVerse Poets Pub ~ Come join us!
it's not the kind of fall
that scraped and bloodied
my knees
broke bones or muddled
my brain
'twas falling out of step
the misalignment
and abandonment
of what I believed were
my core values
free falling from grace
the hardest fall of all
the sound was Sgt. Pepper
the smell was patchouli mixed with pot
they wore flowers in their hair
hippy-trippy paisley skirts and shirts
those ubiquitous Birks
tried to blot out the pain of war
make the darkness disappear
they wore flowers in their hair
Punam has us thinking about 'pepper' in the Pub today!
look 'em in the eyes, hold their gaze
work 'em, one by one
adopt an air of nonchalance, sexy
the undone button
loose strand of hair across your face
expose shoulders
collarbones always were your best feature
you know how to work a crowd
Memorial Day
the perfect time to drag out
that heavy 'old photos' box
thousands of them
a day made for solitude, for browsing
memories, moments, the very best ones
~ sometimes a mood takes over ~
can too much of a good thing ruin it?
Never.