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and just like that
there's the school bus
...August
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vacation at the bungalow
we played card games
with stale chips as chips
most days, though,
were spent with noses
pressed against cold glass
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two huge thunderclaps
the next morning wondering
if it was a dream
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We Americans
have no need
of
pyrotechnics
to make a bang.
The implosion of
our democracy is
a
spectacle visible
to all the world.
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Produce Section
Oh, the urge to stop and smell
a peach (and give it a squeeze).
You've been disappointed
in Junes past, so you settle for
one more pint of strawberries.
August you'll be tired of peaches,
but not yet ready for a hard pear.
Six months from now you'll accept
anything approaching ripeness.
A few weeks ago, in a post Covid gathering, there was a discussion of the proposed Juneteenth federal holiday. At least one person spoke up to say she had never heard of Juneteenth. If you, too, were unfamiliar with the holiday and want to learn more than has been presented in media snippets over the past week, start with this post from the Library of Congress.
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Juneteenth
"how come I never
learned that in school?"
American minds may
yet be emancipated by
a proclamation of truth
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June strawberries
freshly plucked the scent
as heady as the taste
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temperature in the 90s
spider runs up and down
the kitchen wall
where it finds the energy
I don't know, but I can't
stop watching it in awe
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early June
the pear tree interlaced
with walnut-sized fruit
come September after
birds and squirrels feast
we'll be lucky to find three
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it's been a year since
democracy
took a direct
hit of tear gas
the devil waved a bible
with
a look of defiance
who is left to pray
bird, tree frog, chipmunk
each with its own audience
plus me
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no memory
of the "before time"
Saturday trip to
Home Depot supersizes
his world
two-year-old
What's really sad is that "the other guy" seems to have cloned himself and is now living with several democracy destroying room-mates.
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three plus months gone
by
"he-who-shall-not-be-named"
now with the
sobriquet
"the other guy" and
still living
rent-free
in our heads
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is there a difference
between
purple and violet?
and does the late
Artist plant earworms
in your head,
too?
...pandemic continues
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first lilac sighting
an overwhelming urge
to rip off my mask
I decided it was high time I set up a label titled "pandemic." Today's post will be labeled as such, and I'll go back over the past year and add the rest. It may take a few days.
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I'm going to end my 4th annual National Poetry Month series of ekphrastic cherita with a cat painting by Wanda Gág, author and illustrator of one of my favorite picture books, Millions of Cats.
"Two Sleeping Cats" (1928) by Wanda Gág [1893-1946].
a pat of butter melting
on a slice of hot toast
a sleeping cat
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"[Black and white, an informal portrait of a young Negro woman surrounded by laundry in Newport, R.I.]" (1903) by Gertrude Käsebier [1852-1934].
an artist has the freedom
to play with perspective
to show things in new ways
we notice, then wonder
what else we've missed...
...let's go play!
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reserved.
"Shorty" by Ada May Plante [1875-1950].
the ability to dream
with eyes wide open
to be transported
great distances from words
best left unheard
is an admirable trait
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"A Knock at the Door" (1897) by Laura Theresa Alma-Tadema [1852-1909].
my child, he is here
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"Les Tricoteuses" 1915 by Jacqueline Marval [1866-1932]
I am a cat
and cannot control
my innate impulses
humans knit in front
of me as if they expect
I won't go for the kill
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"The Milliner" (circa 1877) by Eva Gonzalès [1849-1883].
a palette of ribbons
and silk flowers
her use of color is flawless
I do draw the line at
feathers--my adornment
is not worth a song
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"Flora" (1913) by Louise Abbéma [1853-1927].
I am housemaid to an artist
portrait sitters are prim--
no clean up required
those who partake in a
tableau vivant vex me with
drama (and flower petals)
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the house is painted white
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"Glacier et Aiguille du Tour, Mer de la Table au Chantre (Buet)" by Georgette Agutte [1867-1922].
she painted a glacier
more than 100 years ago
never realizing she was
providing us with evidence
that nature can be destroyed
while art remains
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"Self-portrait with Green Background and Blue Irises" (circa 1905) by Paula Modersohn-Becker [1876-1907].
portrait with green background
in 1905 she thought she'd
have many more irises to paint
but death hid grinning in
the foliage--he knew she
had only two springs more
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"Edge of Abruzzi; Boat with Three People on a Lake" (1924) by Winifred Knights [1899-1947].
knowing that nothing
exists beyond what is
seen on the canvas
these two dimensions
possess a magic that makes
me believe I can climb in
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"Chez Moi" (1887) by Harriet Backer [1845-1932].
my room full of sunlight
when I, too, am sunny
I close the door to play
and sing a dance hall ditty
before settling down to
more interminable practice
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"Achill Horses" (1941) by Mainie Jellett [1897-1944].
I have seen the white horse
on the high cliff this morning
luck should be mine today
but what to make of
the babe in the cradle
already afloat on the sea?
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"Afterglow" (1914) by Florence H. McGillivray [1864–1938].
when the sun seems
to breathe its last
there is an afterglow
and fantastical words--
crepuscular, vespertine--
describe its creatures
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"At the Dressing Table. Self-Portrait" (1909) by Zinaida Serebriakova [1884-1967].
whites and tints
highlight the triangle
of terracotta and
auburn with her face
at its apex
she lives her art
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"Blooming apple-trees. The trees are in blossom" (1899) by Maria Yakunchikova [1870-1902].
apple trees in bloom
spring, albeit briefly,
perfumes the air
in a few months the scent
of over-ripe apples will
languish through autumn
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Today's artist is more famous as being the model for others' work. Perhaps most recognizable is the portrayal of her as "Ophelia" by John Everett Millais. Her husband, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, was a well-known poet and artist, so I imagine it may have been a struggle to get herself recognized as a poet and artist, too. Read a fascinating BBC article here.
"Lady Affixing Pennant to a Knight's Spear" by Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal [1829-1862].
sidestep the vicissitudes
of physical beauty
dare to become
a person of artistic
accomplishments
the impossibilities, endless
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"The Tiff" (c. 1902) by Florence Carlyle [1864-1923].
I do not mind sulking
it gives us both the time
to think--him about
the unkind thing he said
me about the apologetic
kisses he will soon offer
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"Bathing Baby" by Elanor Colburn [1866-1939].
if only she would sit
in the water
without
that sodden rabbit
bathing baby
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"Skaters" by Marianne von Werefkin [1860-1938].
ice skating
at night I think of myself
as a dark presence flying
over the ice snatching
bits of private conversations
like a bat catches mosquitoes
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"In a Boat" (1907) by Lilla Cabot Perry [1848-1933].
they mock me for my views
of the modern woman
I will shush them by
taking up the oars to paddle
myself across the lake
...I keep going nowhere
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Please read this Smithsonian post about sculptor, Edmonia Lewis. As an American woman artist she faced many hurdles. As a woman of color, she faced even more. After growing up in the US, it's no wonder she decided to move to Europe.
"Poor Cupid, or Love Ensnared" (c. 1872-1876) by Edmonia Lewis [c. 1843-1879].
they resemble their
"A Summer Shower" (1883) by Edith Hayllar [1860-1948].
a summer shower
a blessed respite
from badminton
and the sty stink
emanating from those
who are playing it
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"Self-Portrait in Purple Velvet" by Mary Bradish Titcomb [1858-1927].
self portrait
you think you know me
--an old maid in purple
I may dress the part, but
under no man's thumb I can
wander, paint, and BE me
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