Point of View

What is the yearning of your heart
during the birthday bash calling,
or perhaps, the weary Friday night
which signals for a collage of delight?
As unusual as they may seem… yet,
mind-expanding like a kaleidoscope
of shelves stacked in harsh places.
Dimness of shhh…. rooms unoccupied
or busy as a mall of microorganism.
Krötenschwamm, where little people roam,
as colossal drops of dew at snail’s pace drip.
10,000 intriguing faces; which are poisonous?
Mushrooms used in many ways; I like
them on fresh-made pizza or in stroganoff.

Over at dVerse we are defamiliarizing; forcing you, the reader, to live through the same observations in an unfamiliar way and over at Daily Post we’re looking at different angles of things.

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Angular.”

Photographic Memories


Noisy golden, wet on aged floor,
in airy spaces of this rural room.
Calm and quiet drapes hang;
while rousing winds spin first
snows too early in this season.
Tantalizing thoughts twist
in wonder of what dangles on
walls of lush family memories and
prayers for spirits to ascend this day.
Proverbs 1:8-9 “Hear, my son, your
father’s instruction, and forsake
not your mother’s teaching, for they
are a graceful garland for your head
and pendants for your neck.”

Linking to dVerse Poetics where we are combining two lists, one with things around you, another with adjectives describing emotions/feelings (I chose outdoor adjectives) while studying my picture hung walls of family members.

Candid Life


What makes the background of life fade?
The depth of field of those special days
we rejoice wedding, birthday, holiday.
Let’s bring focus to day-in, day-out.
Filter the sorrowfulness of death or pain;
focusing on their long-lasting sting.
What aperture will bring the light
to domestic violence’s gray scale.
How candid is its clustered ugliness;
solitary, private, lonely, and concealed
to human eye. Time to expose truth,
lift the fog, and zoom in on the problem.
Domestic violence waits in darkrooms.

Today Victoria will present ideas for us to use metaphors of art (painting, photography, music or anything else we might do on the side) preferably include a sample of our art. In memory of Jessie Blodgett, age 19, strangled to death; a promising musician who has been greatly missed in our small community.

Depth of field
The portion of an image that appears sharp. A large depth of field or deep focus places the entire scene in focus.
The opening in a photographic lens that admits light. The shutter speed determines how long light hits the camera’s sensor. The aperture determines how much light gets through.
Candid Photo Is an action photo that tells a story or captures a moment. With the exception of group pictures or individual mug shots, yearbook photos are candid photos.

Hibernation Food


When fall skies are stretched with a painter’s hand,
as temperature sink like pirates ship, it’s then
the kitchen smells of spiced layers thick before snows.

The warmth of cinnamon, ginger, and nutmeg
swirl, as sky itself, through heated rooms past
cracking fire until all are drawn kitchen-bound.

Our blood begins to thicken; summer has long gone
the chill reaches to the bone as hibernation set in.
Our meal much more robust than balmy months.

There chili on the burner, an apple pie on cooling rack,
hot cider is a brewing, thick green pea soup for the ‘marrow,
and velvety CHEESE CAKE topped with sticky caramel.

In spring and fall we eat like birds: fresh salad and fruit,
but in late fall, after leaves have fallen and through
blustery Wisconsin winters, we bask body and feed soul.

Getting hungry over at dVerse… stop in for a snack!

Sparse is the Labor


dried… the weedy seed
touching a falling heaven
idleness brings death

“I passed by the field of the sluggard and by the vineyard of the man lacking sense, and behold, it was completely overgrown with thistles; its surface was covered with nettles, and its stone wall was broken down. When I saw, I reflected upon it; I looked, and received instruction.”
Proverbs 24:30-34

This week for the WordPress Photo Challenge we are asked to use our “minimalist” skills. Also linking to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads where we are exploring Nature’s Wonders in Canyons… I chose the color aspect and the canyon’s quietness.


Flaxen is the Earth


What is Fall’s flaxen earth?
A precious jewel to encompass;
oh fairest among all worlds.
What lies within darken soil;
wealthier than planets above?
That we have taken charge, yet
heed its multihued face unfairly.
How fair a day as season unfold,
as easily broken butterfly wings.
So fair a beauty to witness its
lofty flight from demanding earth
to unlocked sky as children play;
they too beyond man’s fair reach.
The rustling of fallen leaves…
silent now floats as butterfly
wings down fair, clear waters.
Tranquil are once roused waters;
once clear flow for watchful men.
Fair-weather-friend has too fallen;
hidden past the wind and sky.
Uncut yawning diamonds,
fairest-of- the-fairest, gems.
Reflections of years long gone;
man continues his exploitation.
Where is justice; no longer just?
Bring back, oh fair earth, your
renewal will one day come.

“And I saw a new heaven and a new earth:
for the first heaven and the first
earth were passed away; and there
was no more sea.” Revelations 21:1

Linking up at dVerse… where the word “fair” is being used in unusual ways.


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