This Too Uganda #haiku #lifeinUganda

orange, brown, yellow

moody grey summer clouds

banana leaves wave

*

doors and bed frames

Uganda flowing color

highway cattle drive

*

pine forests

rich red soil on my sole

jagged rocks

*

boys on a journey

Nile a final destination

honk, honk

*

cool African breeze

five mud puddle splashes

big white smiles

*

sharing the loo

we dont see eye to eye

dairy cow dung

 

I really never expected to share the loo with a cow before.  Wish I could have snapped a picture. Boys are the same in any culture; when dad’s away they are looking for a little adventure (his car perhaps.)

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Draw Me #poetry #art

 

it just takes one line

followed by another

color  then some more added

and a smile or two

give me a long neck

or a furry mane

four long legs or short

will have to do

teach me to draw

show me to paint

clay in my fingers

don’t want to wait

look at the sky

God’s daily design

 something fluffy and blue

that catches our eye

 

 

When you think of art you might say “I can’t draw?” Why?

It’s more a block in between your mind and your hands then you realize.

Children create more easily because they haven’t acquired the “hang up” of success. They just “do.” You are never too old to learn how to draw, paint, sculpt and there is no grade at the end either. So try a creation done by you. You may find that you enjoyed it and want to try another.

All the years I “did” art I was afraid to try portraits. While my artist mother can still teach me I am trying to learn a little about portraiture and practice!

I hope you’ll try something you’ve never tried before.

I Dream in Color #poetry #photography

 

You have to admit

it never grows old

daily beauty I see

tho admittedly cold

tiny hands that are joined

each and every tide

drawing lines in the sand

lovely never subsides

and the children what glee

spontaneous in their fun

every time its a romp

catching ankles in the sun

every day is the best

and I promise that I dream

for a window to a new day

sun dawns on color streams

Have a listen

revelations of the sea

paint a picture

The Prompt today At Poets United Midweek Motif is Color. There are so many ways to go when writing about color – each a palette of beauty. And yes I am waxing a bit Dr. Seuss (wink)

Afloat in Color #photography

 

swimming in the clouds

fish catching currents where they can

colors in the seas

The daily post photo challenge is Vivid

 

Once… #martinlutherking #poetry

…There were men who dreamed

and spoke of life

like it mattered

color was something you mixed

and children held hands

innocence gathered

…There were steps and leaps

made on the moon

heroes wore khaki uniforms

still made on a loom

and children held hands

while the wind blew

…A flag fluttered in the breeze

no matter the colors

a people saluted

and were proud and believed

and children held hands

knowing the truth

Once there was a vision

equal wasn’t a math sign

people one – red white and blue

who lived for right and wrong

and children held hands

and with crayons they drew

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
― Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and Speeches

 

One man cannot change a people but his dreams can ignite a beginning!

Where Does Light Go? #photography #haiku

 

 

Color’s captive

day’s end refraction

light stealer

This weeks Daily Post Photochallenge is Refraction 

Season of Decay #haiku #time #photography

rubbing sister leaves

new endings, old beginnings

color explodes

 a time to reflect

put away past pains

reach for tomorrow

The prompt for the first day of September at Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem is DECAY.

Where does Fall fall for you???

Life’s Loom #haiku #photography #poem

In silence I work

hands weave the day’s colorful strands

beauty pours forth

*

readying the loom

the weaver sets forth his plan

I spilled the yarn

 

 

The prompt for Carpe Diem is Tapestry.

What beauty will you weave today?

Study of the artist #art #painting #poetry

 

The artist’s eye

capturing color

creating a smile

*

what does he display

palette and paint

life to portray

**

a story he is writing

with strokes of  a brush

others he’s inviting

 

I have been around artists all of my life. They are an unusual breed. Some like to be in the public as they study and paint while others like to be alone as creation (to them) is a solitary business. The artist of old could not rely on a photograph to capture a scene so many artists would paint on-site or have an incredible photographic memory.

Today’s poem is a preface to a month where I will feature art and the artist on Friday Feature.

Living Art #photography #poetry

Entering the portico

I am greeted with buzzing bees

a chorus written on my behalf

sung by the local cheep choir

once tended, the garden is alive with color

the old oak door opens to a living gallery

each painting familiar

smiling eyes look at me

flowers beckon for my approval

the easel creaks a “welcome home”

paints squeezed out on the palette

dance with joy at my perusal

burgundy, ochre, midnight blue cartwheel

It is a lively place this world of art

I know each piece by name

they know my voice, my laugh, my sigh

we understand each other

when I am gone 

this is where I long to be

 

 

The delightful writing prompt at the DP Daily challenge is Living Art. (One day, your favorite piece of art — a famous painting or sculpture, the graffiti next door — comes to life. What happens next?)

The world of art has been my companion since birth. It is always warm and alive and as part of me as I am it. (The painting of the girl is a much younger me!)

 

 

Photography: Original Oil Paintings by Clare