“Boys in a Pasture” by American artist, WinslowHomer (1836-1910)
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last lazy summer day in pastures green one week of freedom before starting school stiff grasses tickle, prickle calloused feet noon sun shines hot but breezes gently cool
two cousins sit together amiably companionship does not require words they watch the cows while clouds float easily from distant trees, they hear the caw of birds
they dream a pirate’s dream on desert isle of treasure buried deep beneath the sand although there’s no high seas for many a mile boys can imagine sword fights on dry land
covered by straw hats, long hair falls in curls time’s brief, as young minds soon will follow girls
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An ekphrastic sonnet linked to W3 prompt at The Skeptic’s Kaddish.
life… we’d like to wrap it neatly in a tight ball of colorful yarns; the stories and scenes we’ve experienced till now…but it seems that no matter how hard we try the numbers are indecipherable and unresolved ends fray out loosely yet… there’s an inexplicable order to the chaos and the total effect of our threads is beautifully woven.
Digital artwork titled “Pi, the never ending nebula” by Shaharee
Linking with poets at dVerse hosted by Melissa LeMay and featuring the amazing art of Alma Thomas!
i must radiate from cool core soul like blue mud ball of heavy clay saturated then evaporated into wet rings rippling outward with smooth swirling moves that break through purple barrier of fearful insecurities with unique inner energy ignited by spirit’s heat. which pulsates bright music of love and creativity to touch and enhance other lives with beauty and joy!
Alma Thomas, The Eclipse (1970), Smithsonian American Art Museum.
farewell, white lion; we hear spring’s love call, lone turtledove coos like sentinel in orchard; schoolgirl swings carefree from supple branch as she and tree both bud-burst into double smiles.
sun’s gaze reflects golden dawn on water and we breathe in heady floral of narcissus blooms; drink goblet of lemon beauty offered by daffodils, open beautiful eyes to every greening possibility!
Merril hosts dVerse poetics incorporating names of daffodil varieties (in italic) and a painting by Alfred Sisley (1881) entitled, “Orchard in Spring”.
crickets ‘n crawdads sing off-key in surreal dream left condemned on river surrounded by marshland of carolina’s backwaters…look away like empty windows that stare coldly as lonely boat cradles dead body in hull…cut memory loose, let it drift through mind’s dark tunnel beyond plaster and bricks’ clayed dilapidation
Written in response to d’verse ekphrastic prompt featuring art by Lee Madgwick. The previous evening, I’d watched the film, “Where Crawdads Sing,”based on book by same title.
a poem in my pocket 
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