dust on the banister uprights
and every level surface, cranny & nook
seek and wipe away the façade
Yup
“When a clown moves into a palace he doesn’t become a king, the palace instead becomes a circus.” — Turkish proverb
Post Script: The proverb itself likely originated with the Circassians, Sunni Muslims from the Northwestern Caucasus, and is not specifically Turkish.
Source: Huffington Post
the competition
one-hundred sixty-six poems
lyrical aspirations, earnest voices
hopes & heartstrings put to paper
my task: sift through each one,
seeking out poetic nuggets of gold
don’t blame me…
I voted for decency
contemplation
hidden pond
cattails & water lilies
serenity morning
smh
no pity for the fools
who’ve made possible
this downward spiral
the invitation
online wedding RSVP
registry perusal link
contemporary social mores
little lovelies
poetry & watercolor,
each in 5×5 journals—
for my eyes only
a keepsake for me
I Play with the Light
Here’s my write-up for a post where I want to play in participation of Judy Dykstra-Browns’ Playing with Light challenge.
Now to see what I might find in my Archives…
how ’bout that basket?
some of the masses,
such sorry asses
now their pathetic cries—
that’s not what we voted for!
A Sawyer's Daughter 
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