The Flowers of the Field

Photo by Priceless Times Photography “The Flowers of the Field” The reach within your baby hands so sweet make father want to hold back ticking time but even you, my child , are forced to meet a different kind of father in this rhyme. He’s called old Time and steals your innocence Allows your golden…

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Changes

“Changes” A summer’s day when all of nature grins turns vixen when the wind begins to blow. Then all her shiny leaves fall in a spin while in her waters lurk bold undertow. When nature’s beauty turns from sprinkled rain to monsters of intense, repeated roar an angry, churning beast may cause us pain as…

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“Bang, Bang”

  She stood outside the window looking in; Her parents and the colored lights recall a celebration known as Christmas when all hearts are light and people’s cares are small. She stood outside the window looking in but dare not leave the shadows. There’s a pause; her hair entwined with twigs; her knee is skinned.…

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The Spider Woman’s Waltz

“The Spider Woman’s Waltz” She dances in my head as in a dream and raven are her eyes as onyx blown. As Autumn steps into her bleaker scene chill mist is in the air; cold-to-the-bone. “Oh, waltz with me”, said she; “Our time is brief and through the hills and valleys, dancing, go! I’ll bind…

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Life’s a Beach

“Life’s a Beach” Hello, you hula-skirted palm tree’s sway. I hear a ukulele’s wistful song. It’s borne upon the breeze that floats my way as shiny shells in water roll along. The scent of seaweed and the cry of gull beneath the yellow sun that glistens where the rushing waves of water stir my soul.…

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“Love is Blind on Such a Night”

“Love is Blind on Such a Night” Was on a summer solstice such as this when drunk with idleness, old Bottom napped. Awakened then, his new reflection kissed two donkey ears, a toothy grin, a sap! “Hee haw!”_ a screech, as his reflection frowns but through the eyes of love, Titania sees our hero, Bottom,…

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“DaVinci’s ‘Mona Lisa'”

It’s all about her look; a placid guile. We know her well; that enigmatic glance. Suggestive are her lips; a warmth of style. She teases us; her eyes a bit askance. A reticence enhances lady’s charm. Anticipation in his mind may leap. Expectancy has power to disarm. A popular diversion pastimes keep. The world still…

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Botticelli’s ‘Allegory of Spring’

Botticelli’s ‘Allegory of Spring’ The painter’s brush gives voice to Greece and Rome: Poliziano’s poems depict just how the pagan, Venus, with her loving om now stands with Cupid’s arrow over brow. When Zephyrus germinates his girl with air then gentle Flora has her flowered fling; inseminates imaginings so fair that airily her vines awake…

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Berthe Morisot’s ‘The Cradle’

“Berthe Morisot’s ‘The Cradle’” Her baby girl; her sleeping child is here and breathless mother watches as she dreams. Her tiny mouth moves just to share the air; in twinkling innocence, her young face beams. An angel’s here; her sleeping star is near. All nature listens for the slightest sound. And all the world is…

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Aubade

“Aubade”  Bright dawn, aglow with rosy blush-ablaze appears our dainty bride; a powdered fey. She blows a fairy dewdrop stormy maze that plays o’er misty flowers blissful sway. This sparkling day sends light to kiss the face of groom who grows beneath the shadows low. She blooms a brilliant hue; a purple grace as beds…

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