In Collaboration With Mr Paul Brookes Wombwell Rainbows ~Artists ~Writers ~ NAPOWRIMO 2021 ~ Day Eight ~

Soft and tender misty starry sky
Envelops my being, as an
Unseen presence stirs memoirs
Of moments in quietude-

Heaviness shrouds me,a
log I feel, as I place
My hand only to find
Ethereal space;

A trace in mind and heart,
A vision in awakened sleep,
constantly condensing peace
In tears of grief,
that slide down the cheek;

The hours spent to seek
solace in the misty starry sky,
that brought inner peace
and relieved the stress,

But does true love ever
fall from grace,
leaving one in a blind
race, life may cease,

But will trust return to
unlace the gasping fog-
And with the tender touch
And misty warmth, embrace…
And with loving sunshine,

the far distance, replace?

In Response to Art Work by John Law

So many cities destroyed
so many new constructed
so many citizens passed
so many new arrived
New York have you lived?

You were small and Dutch
O New York,you have grown
Is your life now over for new
is that why growth decays
for human animals, cities too?

Buildings may be high rising,
every tower ever built climbing
has seen a fall, will you too?
beauty must fade,day flying
into evening, into night falling.

Justice Liberty freedom, is calling !

In Response to Art Work by Kerfe Roig

Over or under
no fur feed or meat to carve
life signs below ground

In Collaboration With Mr Paul Brookes Wombwell Rainbows~Artists ~ Writers~NAPOWRIMO 2021 ~ Day Seven-

O Majestic One,
Take me,bring back the children
Earth needs them for life.

In Response to Art Work by John Law

O’ Corona kill
me too, I can’t heal the world
alone,life’s lessons.

In Response to Art Work by Kerfe Roig

A camouflaged monarch am I.
migrating over long distances
attacked by wasps and parasites
I dried expanded and escaped.

A camouflaged monarch am I.

From the Order of Lepidoptera
my ancestors were the moths
the oldest hailing from Denmark
navigate our path, by sun compass.

A camouflaged monarch am I.

In art, I appeared 3500 years ago
Standing for rebirth mind and soul
whites, allies, skippers ‘n swallowtails,
when at rest, our wings stay vertical.

A camouflaged monarch am I.

My food is nectar from flowers bold, I
a butterfly cannot fly until wings unfold,
covered by scales, I match cousin moth,
aerodynamic mechanisms by nature,hold.

In Collaboration with Mr Paul Brookes Wombwell Rainbows ~ Artists ~Writers ~NAPOWRIMO 2021 ~ Day Six…

In Response to Art Work By Jane Cromwell.

Happy to be with
berries,city cheese is sour
safe freedom on tree

In Response to Art Work by John Law

no roof to shade
no door to close
we feel betrayed
with ignorance paid

no one to care
no one to share
we feel denied
our rights mislaid

we mean no harm
we have no arms
we just have needs
we raise no alarm

how long life is alive ?
how long we all will survive?

In Response to Art Work by Kerfe Roig

humans must wear masks,
remember kindness and love,
value all living

In Collaboration with Mr Paul Brookes Wombwell Rainbows ~Artists ~Writers~ NAPOWRIMO 2021 ~ Day Five

In Response to Jane Cornwells Art Work

Seven Sleepers faith
Kitmeer,all kingdoms revere
Truth manifested.

In Response to John Law’s Art Work

Spirit’s eyes alive
Eden quest in vain, crusades
with trillium leaves.

In Response to Kerfe Roig’s Art Work

Plagued patches,ensnared
humans,confused patterns stuck
beyond moral mend.

NAPOWRIMO 2021 ~ DAY TWO ~ The Most Important Choice,Someone Else…

Write a poem about your own road not taken – about a choice of yours that has “made all the difference,”

A war dominion for birth another country for life
to be a girl and by almost everyone, be called a boy,
to wear a finger ring or play the harmonica
to have books to read than to play with a toy,
to hold a stethoscope or to wave the paint brush,
to focus a fine camera or to observe by a telescope,

Above all these, I chose a pencil not just plain, but
pencils of all colors and all shades,no preference,
I can write ,draw, sketch, scribble note and hence
That has made in my life, all the difference.

From PENCIL PERCEPTIONS ATERIA ~ 2021 ~Inspired by a Cottage in the Snow ~ A Gift of Words ~

This charming cottage inspired the writer – A Gift of Words
What quiet cottage in these silent woods is this?
white woolly blanket, covers it like a pashmina shawl
trying to keep it warm and protected.
I wonder if Snow White passed by or the Snow Queen
cast a jealous spell all over?
Some fine wine glasses tinker from time to time,
amidst soft laughter,and I did hear the small thick logs
crackle in the fireplace. Not far from the door
I think I can see the table with a blue and white cloth,
set for a special meal, a fresh aroma of hot roasted steaks
stealthily escapes from tiny unseen crevices of the steel bound
windows, which may keep the snow from falling in but not the
appealing flavors from flying out.
But all is so silent, no horses gallop nor oil burns in any carriage
side lamps.No sledge moves.
“Who goes by now ?
“ O’ Mr Rabbit you are in such a hurry? Oh I see now you must be
the special guest someone is waiting for”.
Oh Yes,it’s a very important date, no time to say hello but I will,
for you are all special friends too, so Hello, it’s the 4th, and a Sunday ,
hope the sun will shine, and the eggs are ready.

“Happy Easter, to All, Stay Safe, Stay Well.”

In Collaboration with Mr Paul Brookes Wombwell Rainbows ~ NAPOWRIMO 2021~ Artists ~ Writers ~ April Day Two~

In Response to Jane Coenwell’s Art Work

O Sea! I play for you,
My song, by your shore,
As waves ripple the rhythm
Against my feet,
I feel thy music too –

O Sea! I play for you,
My tune of joy first,
Then of pain,
As you come again and again,
To comfort me –

O Sea! The birds are with me,
A flying choral, a symphony,
We are one,
In harmony –

O’ Poseidon! See how we grace
thy place, how we project unity,
in space, as sound and waves merge,
In infinity.

In Response to John Law’s Art Work 2~ Boats

World is still, no life,
Boats await new travellers,
human animals

In Response to Kerfe Roig’s ArtWork 2 ~ Alteration

O’Gracious Sovereign Gaia,
O’Most Revered Terra Mater,
Thy beauteous orb,its ring keeps
Thy infinity like form manifests
yet it grieves my soul to perceive
thy altered countenance,thy surface
plagued,pale ashen, foliage flora and
fauna burnt, bowed with years, sore
to the core, can no more lift the
bodies broken,meshed-

What blight is on thy crust?
What strange curse afflicts?
Where have all the flowers gone?

Transformed into Hemlin thou art
innocent laughter silenced on mount,
not even a lame or a blind,
What deadly powdered arms has cast
you down? What color clash shrivelled
growth, from bright to black, dessicated.

Oracles of Delphi !
Wise Athena ! Healer of Delos ,
Hear ye’, Fortune may favor yet,
if yellow daisies be found.
O ‘Gracious Gaia,countless woes that
cause thee suffer,may still be cured.

So weaponless must thou be,
free of racism, hatred and enemity,
greed, lust and gluttony,thou must
abandon, wage not war but peace.

Here on this very planet is the cure
Raise thy hands to dig and throw
Clean and wash the place to pure
Blind to truth be not be, but know

You are being seen, repent, beg,
be forgiven, surely be again,green.

For Mr Paul Brookes ~Final Day of Special January – February 2021 ~Ekphrastic Challenge ~ In Response to Christine O Conner

What moons are these?
Or are they some stars descended
from celestial spheres,
What birds perch here?
all unmoving silent, resting, in your
cool pristine aqueous Eden,
silver white presence reflecting a
glowing mosaic of fireflies, floating
in the deep,
beauty of nature, in perfect order,
In sphericity uncoiled, no sharp stones
no walls perceived,
What strange snowy sweets, placed
as gifts received,
Know then the truth with the vast dark pall,
Almighty Creator is the Greatest of All.

For Mr Paul Brookes ~ January Ekphrastic Challenge ~ February 3 ~ Day Twenty Eight ~ In Response to Kerfe Roig ~

In Response to Kerfe Roig “What grows Here”

paradise descends
River of plenty flows on
Good grows here with peac

Kerfe Roig ~ Cool Silver

some enjoy the snow and play,
for them cold snow is a game,
some lie shivering,
no name-
some build bonfires the same,
sing dance and be merry
for tomorrow is, no blame

will come to shine and light,
my heart says forgive more,
make happiness and space
for others to share,

spend less
save more, war looms ahead
who knows what life may have
in store,

For Mr Paul Brookes January Ekphrastic Challenge ~ 2nd February 2021 ~ Day Two ~ In Response to Marcel Herms,Christine O Conner,Kerfe Roig.

In Response to Marcel Herms

Toenaderingspoging, mixed media on cardboard, 14,5 x 17,1 cm, 2020 MHFeb2

They came to see the girl , they had to choose, and then she was chosen
all the time the boy and the boys mother,sat looking at her,she was frozen

wonder what they had in mind, what they expected, what they saw in reality,
her fair color, smoothness of skin, length of hair and body, style of femininity

the tea trolley had felt heavy as she pushed it in the living room, steps heavy
on the carpeted floor, eyelids dropping with sleep, she glimpsed a fat belly

wondered whose was it in the family chosen for her, for future life and living
‘tea has a good taste, did you make it ? a croaky voice sounded tight n chilling

she dared not raise her eyes, she was not supposed to typical Eastern attitude
of shyness, maturity, submissiveness, obedience, acceptance,service n servitude

she was relieved when the party left,it was a routine now, coming serving
smiling pouring tea, waiting getting up, saying salam and then regretting

she was now beginning to enjoy playing the game of ‘ Being Chosen’
fairy tale in home forest, trees unseen , freezing icy, like Queen Frozen

she knew she would never be chosen, life is not a contest nor it is funny
she would make her own story, this was all done with honey and money

In Response to Christine O’Conner

I have never felt about life this way
How one stays alive and then goes away
so many passings I have seen
I wonder now where I have been
or maybe be one day-

distances may vary and feelings deep
one can be alive and sleep-
or one can die and sleep!
These lines are coming as I think of you
maybe we some day, meet

In Response to Kerfe Roig

wet sunlight KRFeb2

seeking the quietude roaming worldwide
up on the roof of the world who
can be but the most daring-
there is a ‘quiet there’.

on a green and blue square turf playing
in white with a white smashing
matching skills over the net,
in the crowd there is a ‘quiet there.

nature’s growth of seed and grass
nothing moves, no wave, no pass
divinity Supreme resides in valley
there is a ‘holy quiet there’.

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