Weekly Smile – 1/20/20

I’m jumping in for the “Weekly Smile” at Trent’s World this week. If you’d like to join in, hop over there and get the easy rules for participating. Everyone has something to smile about every week, and even though we sometimes pass those things by without making note of them, there’s something really special about taking the time to share with others about what made us smile. It usually makes someone else smile as well.

That’s what I’m hoping to do this week. I had several smiles during the past week, but one of my big smiles inside was when I was browsing through one of my art journals and came across the cartoon-ish painting below. I did this piece on the spur of a whimsical moment, and it goes with the equally whimsical poem.

I couldn’t hold back the smile and the sense of fun that came over me when I looked at it again. I’ve hardly noticed it since I painted it last October, but this week brought it to the forefront. (Sorry the page is wrinkled, but that happens sometimes when we paint on paper that’s pretty lightweight.) I hope it brings you a smile as well.

TEA

SURVIVAL

Huge cup of tea,
A piece of cake,
A cookie — two or three —
Some chocolate bonbons in a box
That’s labeled just for me —
I think, perhaps, I’ll make it
Through this day adequately.


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Cinquain: Just Do It

QUIL PEN AND INK -- LunarSeaArt -- PX

Written in response to a couple friends of mine who have said for almost a year that they’ve thought about trying to write cinquain, but they won’t even make a start. They find it fascinating, but seem to be afraid of it. They have this false idea that because they need to count syllables, they will have trouble. If they’d just try, they’d be surprised and delighted with the results — and hooked on it– like I am.  🙂

Dear friend,
Tell me again
Why you don’t try cinquain.
You think it’s difficult to write?
It’s not.

You say
You are afraid
That you can’t get it right.
Syllable count seems difficult.
It’s not.

Just try,
And you will find
That it’s much easier
Than you have even dared to think.
DO IT!


photo courtesy of LunarSeaArt @ pixabay.com
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12 Days of Christmas Coffee – Day 12

 

COFFEE W. GLASSES - Gerd Altmann - PX

Wishing all of you the happiest, merriest, most carefree new year ever — and lots of great coffee to enjoy in 2020!


In case you missed some of the earlier posts in “12 Days of Christmas Coffee,” just drop down and click on “12 Days of Christmas Coffee” in the tag line at the end of this post. That will take you to a page with all 12 posts.


photo courtesy of Gerd Altmann @ pixabay.com

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Thanksgiving Poems — Week 1

Thanksgiving in the U. S.  is exactly three weeks from today, so I think it’s only appropriate that I revisit some of my Thanksgiving poems from over the years — and maybe even write a new one.

This week I’ll begin the series with two: one quite serious and one just for fun. Hope you enjoy them, and if you’re one of my own countrymen, I hope they add to your expectations for a happy Thanksgiving celebration.

 

AH, THANKSGIVING, HOW I LOVE YOU!

RED DRESS

Ah, Thanksgiving, how I love you!
Golden crowning jewel of Fall,
Beacon of warmth and cam’raderie,
Sending glad invitation to all:

“Gather to worship; gather to visit;
Gather to focus on all that’s worthwhile;
Feast from tables resplendent with harvest;
Feast on the love in a touch and a smile.”

All the year’s labors weigh heavy upon us.
All the world’s problems seem bigger by far.
But out from that wearisome struggle you call us,
And laying it down, we run to where you are.

And whether in cottages, mansions, or churches,
Community buildings, or tables in parks,
We gather with gratitude full – overflowing;
To the Giver of blessings lift voices and hearts.

Then we return to life’s pattern awaiting.
Filled up with joy, we set off on our way,
Warmer and richer and kinder in spirit
For pausing to celebrate Thanksgiving Day.


♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥


WHAT’S FOR DINNER?

TURKEY WITH SIGN - SAVE TURKEYS

I spot him there, behind the barn,
A full-plumed, regal bird.
He looks up, straight into my eyes.
I speak no single word.

It’s happened thus, in passing years —
At least for two or three:
Each mid-November I’ve set my mind;
He’s been there to greet me.

Now, lifting his head in challenge strong,
He gobbles loud and long.
I lower my gun and heave a sigh:
To kill him would be wrong!

So, wrestling with my double mind,
I trek home to my wife
To explain why, once again this year,
Ham will greet the carving knife.


♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦


 

Two Cinquain Just For Fun

I haven’t written any cinquain in several months. That’s not like me at all, so I decided I’d remedy that situation today and write two.

 

Faulty Garden

Zenias
I planted some,
And nice green stems came up.
But months have passed and still no blooms.
What’s wrong???


 

AUGUST CALENDAR Gerd Altman

Gerd Altman @ pixabay.com

Closing In On Christmas

August
Has come so fast.
This year is flying by.
But I don’t mind, for Christmas then
Is close.

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