reams of silver, slices of magic
sunshine’s glowing warmth
ah, the benevolence of spring
and so it is with the world
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…
A Sawyer's Daughter 
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