The Art Teacher has left town in her shiny Mini Cooper, starlight blue headed into the city She has abandoned the art lab the student spilled watercolor trays the stiff paint brushes and half colored birds drying in the air Now escaped she is in full bloom skirting the fringes of a Renoir painting Around … Continue reading
The sky is on fire ruby red sunset streaked with desire as if painted fish swim the the mountains A path spilling from the hills brimming fiery, red clay its flame builds in dusk Ah, divide the world into sunsets Here the village sits a map point in jungle dense magnificent On the edge of … Continue reading
On the edge of town the gypsy unlatches her cart windows wide open curtains flung free to the night air wafting magic everywhere Wares, Trinkets Mysteries Galore! Hobos hop off the night train as newly minted city citizens now sidestepping the sultry star goddess walking a black panther on a diamond leash The artists burst … Continue reading
Some men see colors and grow crops at the foot of rainbows They paint sunsets balancing on terraces singing of cloudless climes Some men make music that drifts and hangs on silken notes in village air They catch poetry verses like wild butterflies and arrange them under night skies carpeted with stars Some men create … Continue reading
I drew him as he stood in the morning light on a stairway to statues crafted from the veins of David. Now I must go back and fill in spaces to mark the shadows creeping in on my fine, sculpted image. Someday I will hang the drawing in evening’s still light and sketch the lines … Continue reading
The crows would gather in winter in the field across from her house as I pressed my nose to the chill of the glass door fingers ready to create in condensation clouds Outside the crows quite a contrast their gleaming black wings against the white swan snow They’d bicker and flock holding trial and court … Continue reading
I want to live in a cocoon made entirely of summer as those curt, frigid winds blow in from the north I want to paint long, never ending summer days onto repeating canvases embraced by warmth covered in hibiscus flowers and palm tree fronds I want endless summer to be just that far away from … Continue reading
Having lost myself between the pages of this book. I dissolve as if sprinkled by invisibility perfume. Into thin air, utopia finds me mellow. I became the perfect autumn day, windswept with leaves and promise. If only the creep across the way would stop gawking. https://miraclegirlblog.wordpress.com/2016/07/12/miraclechallenge-week-5-dated-12th-july-2016/) Continue reading
Where can you find such entertaining rhymes as: to be small is just peachy oh to be fuzzy and free it’s quite a look for an animal, you see fuzzy it is fuzzy she was what do you do when you have all that fuzz? Well, you might not find that one, mainly because I … Continue reading
Summer is here, maybe not officially, but for all practical purposes it is. That final school bell has rang and kids have been released. I have wrapped up my role trying to motivate precocious pre-schoolers, feisty fifth graders and insolent teenagers armed with technology. Now I am free to go about with my new passion: … Continue reading
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