Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Little Imps...

Little Imps

I have no sensibility, when it comes to writing I’m a fool...
Words to me are like little imps
They jump about twist and turn 
They hop and pop and skip
going bump upon each other
They often sit so silently alone and they stare…
and so this poem to you I bring
in the silent dead of night.
Words, to me, they are not friends--
they fill me with fright.

[Just having FUN with words! We have had a lot of fog lately (this is a previously never shared photo) however my camera is 'on the blink' until I get back from my vacation and then some!]

lg :-

...I am hoping that your summer is going along...swimmingly!

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Inventing Soap

I wish I had invented soap
now what a thing to do
each time a person washes clean
those vibes come back to you

I wish I had invented pearls
with luster and with sheen
strung up about the finest of necks
now that would be so keen...

I wish I had invented the car
the plane the fire or the wheel
Each one a miracle (of sort) which 'make' us
all so happy-such a deal

I wish I had invented Tupperware
gravy or some heels
instead of lazing all about or feigning
just spinning my wheels.

[And so I write this poem instead,
my offering to you ( I'll leave it to you to 'invent the wheel' )
...The tread of tires going 'round and 'round
Sweet Jesus--how it feel]
                                                   © K.Annie Powell

Sunday, July 8, 2012

She's Too Much...

It's me...in another life, 
just hanging about~
'stylin' (again.) 
Always a girl.
[...Really sweltering in the  
heavy heat, 
here, I'm afraid.
It is fast approaching 90 here 
(we have NO A.C.)
...Wish I was right now sitting 
at the base of my header shot!
The mist would feel 
soooo good.
Hello all. Hope that 
your weekend 
is running along

Lois Nancy

This artwork is my mother's. It touches my heart.    (So gentle.)   A thoughtful depiction of something sweet, tiny, and cute.   'Wa...