Life has more cinemas than you need to see Child bearing and rearing are two villagers Baby factory is an easy production Parenting is the hardest of them Fools can always make them The wise mould them Hindsight sort them  

Van Gogh painted the sunflowers Harsh in their brightness Thick was the paint on the canvas Standing out from the flat surface Every color shone Van Gogh drank the sunflowers He absorbed every image around him Took it in and consumed it Drank it down…

there is a drumming, you are near it little drummer, can you hear it? a crack crack craking marking seasons and days a march march marching noting movement and growing ways a thrum thrum thruming crescendoing in passions, love and war a pound pound poudning…

The lake froze over As it does every winter Streaks of brown and white Air bubbles that catch a last breath Eye staring up Everything is visible And not at the same time The images bend and twist Ice distorting purifying and consuming all

Thick thighs save lives So I have heard it said Never before have my mighty Thors Been so complimented I have hidden them deep Under denim and cloth Loving the darkness Much more than a moth Not for fear of their look But from wandering…

“A beautiful lady wearing black drapes, As though she’d just visited a funeral; In front of a natural background, She sits majestically, Like a lion its den; Her face so radiant, She attracts moths The perfect example of elegance and class, In a very mysterious…

Yes, I do Had I muttered those three words   Things would have turned differently  Would have crawled after another career Would have homed in a different time zone Would have missed my wife!   Yes, I do Had I muttered those three words  …

Prompt “This too shall pass,”  Time moves on, as it is a matter of time- movement makes changes in weather growth and body life was slow life was less life became fast life was more Man left Paradise life was ease life was at peace…

  I was thinking of the rainbow children added to the old earth when the moon shines on them somewhere under the citrus tree, singing of joy. They sing in a way similar to the old earth, when with a broken identity they chose to…

I started west coast 9 am, but cranked all day to produce some heartfelt words and images. What a high to finish! Thanks for the challenge and congrats to my fellow poets! By the way — aren’t we lucky to have spouses, family and friends…