Saturday, January 24, 2015

Poetic feet selfie 4 ~~> For This Thanks a poem by Sam Abrams

 

Day four. Searching the words at my feet brought me a title. The entire poem had been read that day in Rochester.

 

For This Thanks **This poem are carved into a granite band.**

heaven on our earth
hopscotch chalked on the sidewalk
dance! dear goddess hop! skip!

By Sam Abrams


 

Friday, January 23, 2015

Poetic feet selfie #3 ~~~ Our Family Tree By Joseph Cephas Holly

Our Family Tree

By Joseph Cephas Holly (1825-1855)

On the death of my sister Cecilia—the last of five members of the family, who died successively.

Our family tree is in the sear

And yellow leaf of life;

Branch after branch, year after year,

Yields to death’s pruning knife.

First, youngest born, as if ’twere meet,

The sacrifice should be,

"The last of earth," the first to meet

Th’ unknown eternity.

’Twas God who gave, ’twas He who took,

His voice let us obey,

So that in his eternal book,

Our names shine bright as day.

Source: African-American Poetry of the Nineteenth Century: An Anthology (University of Illinois Press, 1992)

 

 

 

 

Thursday, January 22, 2015

A week of poetic feet selfies #2 --- what we can't know by James LaVilla-Havelin


what we can’t know

the number of the dead
the stretch of an hour
a bird’s heart
how our embrace feels to the embraced
the moment of a flower’s opening
dirt’s weight
outermost ripples of friendship and love
peace
what our hands do while we sleep
a lie’s uncurling
the depth of loss
an insect’s view
silence
morning brushing against treetops
how we are remembered

James LaVilla-Havelin, "what we can't know" from Counting. Copyright © 2010 by James LaVilla-Havelin. Used with the permission of the author.

As seen on the Poet Walk at the Memorial Art Gallery, Rochester NY

 

 

 

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

a week of poetic feet selfies ~~ It Wasn't The Wind by Linda Allardt

It Wasn't a The Wind by Linda Allardt Memorial Art Gallery Poet Walk
It Wasn’t The Wind

nor chasing squirrels
that brought the snow
down from the trees, but sun
before the clouds moved in.
I think of sails,
thin membranes spread
in the solar wind
Such far travel
before so slight a push,
always away from the sun
in slow acceleration, its course
an imperceptible bent past planets,
micro-impacts, the turbulence
where light meets light
between paired stars.
Stretched wide to the sun,
how far I find myself from anchor.

Linda Allardt, "It Wasn't the Wind" from Accused of Widsom (Foothills Publishing, 2004).


Friday, January 16, 2015

Doodling in the round: time lapse creation of a card

 

I got an itching to start handing out random cards at work, so I went into the studio last night to draw a card. While at it, why not try the time lapse option on my iPad camera. Beware ~> I spin the card quite a bit.


 

 

 

Sunday, January 11, 2015

Deb Veshinfsky "Tropical Flight" ... A splendid quilt

Deb Veshinfsky Tropical Flight photo by Wayne Strat

 

I love the symmetry and rainbow of colors going on

in this quilt by Deb Veshinfsky.

 

 

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