A little cherita fun for a cold morning in my corner of the world. Peace and prosperous endeavors to all my blogging friends around the world. 🍁🙏🍂
shut the box and locked it
grandma carried the load
to beloved garden plot
among the clementines and lilies
she labored, humming,
and buried it six feet deep
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Whether it is the leaves of autumn on the outside or artistic inspiration from within, wishing all my blogging friends a colorful week…
brush strokes
press wet color
onto open surface
thirsty canvas sips the pigment
as liquid hue drips from the long bristles
painting in living color, thick
intoxicating drink
through sinuous
brush strokes
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Words and Photography ©2018 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me
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Wishing all my blogging friends a happy and productive week. A little Monday motivation…
Little quill, on an inkwell, rests. The stationary lives up to its name. Ideas die in wait on a solid oak desk where an empty chair defies its game. Silence echoes your nothings. A woodpecker pecks on your window frame with intensity that rattles his brain. He needs to eat.
The poor starve. Their bellies ache.
“So it is with the world!” you shout into the pillow.
No one hears you from your bed where you scratch notes. The pencil line you draw with those words simply chases its tail around your margins. You break the lead. You crumple the paper and throw it across the room. At least the paper sees some action. It flies through the air and lands just short of your garbage bin. You leave it there with a few of its cousins. You pull up the covers and sleep among your eraser droppings.
Don’t you…
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The air in my corner of the world is crisp with an autumn chill, and the leaves are just starting to turn. I am escaping outside to enjoy it, returning to a favorite place…
as a child
through woodland wandered
touched the roots
with gentle feet
heard the rumble
wisdom ancient
patience
tapping
riches
deep
grown I walk
through concrete wasteland
trip on cracks
with tired toes
hear the grumbles
people modern
hurried
rushing
vacant
flows
return me now
to verdant fields
surrounding me
the soft wind thrills
heaven pressed
the air’s alluring
nature
soothing
my soul
stills
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Words and Photography ©2017 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me
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trees crowned with glory
still pond, the jealous lover,
reflects autumn’s dance
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Words and Photography ©2018 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me
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“You might as well expect the rivers to run backward as that any man who was born a free man should be contented when penned up and denied liberty to go where he pleases.” – Chief joseph (In-mut-too-yah-lat-lat, Thunder traveling over the Mountains)
#humanrights #EndFamilyDetention #NoBanNoWall
“Words do not pay for my dead people.”
Shall we talk
about
it
awhile while we travel the miles
of
defiled
land
slaughtered
animals
murdered
people
that
lead
to a
place
you will be
graciously confined to
called
a
reservation
but
you
don’t
need
an
application
just
lose
your
apprehension
and
stay
put
here
awhile while we hand out the piles
of
stingy
food
rationed
goods
white man’s
ways
that
you
are
being
graciously supplied
without
hesitation.
“Good words will not give me back my children.”
Yes, but you fled
showing great
premonition
against our
demands,
AND
we require
your
supplication
without
RESERVATION.
“Treat all men alike. Give them all the same law.”
Sure, just submit
to our
imposed
economic
spiritual
cultural
bounded
limitations
until we discover the next resource we want.
“Give them all an even chance to live and grow.”
You ARE free to live
and grow –
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Have a beautiful day, everyone!
petals opened wide ~
beckoned in the morning dew ~
then blushed, satisfied
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Words and Photography ©2017 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me
A personal favorite…
Have a beautiful week!
cracked chrysalis falls ~
butterfly flutters wings dry ~
winds lift soft kite high.
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Words and Photography ©2016 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me
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On a cold morning in spring for a lot of us, I thought I would heat things up with a warm Rictameter posted in March of 2017. This piece includes a link to Linda J. Wollf’s explanation and example of the poetry form.
unfold
from verdant bud
petals’ shy revealing
blushing at the sun’s warm kisses
the hidden nectar, a sweet seduction
to hungry dance of birds and bees
sensuous, you make seed
so new life may
unfold
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Words and Photography ©2017 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me
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Please check out Linda J. Wollf’s explanation and example of Rictameter Verse:
https://urbanpoetry2017.com/2017/03/16/poetry-between-sunrises-and-sunsets/
Green grass grows from my newly thawed yard. Smoke bombs and backyard craziness to follow…
Have a beautiful weekend, everyone! 💐🌷🌺🌼💕😎😊😉🤣
“Should I warn the neighbors?”
We are lighting a smoke bomb today. I’m good at this. If the wind is favorable, the smoke will travel to the top of the old, oak tree that towers over my driveway. No one called the fire department in a panic last time. The man across the street lingered in his own driveway sweeping leaves that didn’t exist just so he could watch, but we avoided the sirens and red and blue lights.
Still, it’s a dilemma. Do we alert people or not?
This time we are shooting a stop-motion video in Barbie-doll scale. The smoke bomb for this shoot is full, human-sized. I could engulf a pink, plastic convertible many times bigger than the one my Ken doll occupies. That is a lot of smoke. It should make for a good sequence of stop-motion pictures, unless I am engulfed in smoke too, in…
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