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a colorful thought:blue is a devoted
handmaiden to sadness
give her a summer sky
a blooming hydrangea and
she may look for a new job
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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
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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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
"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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"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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"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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"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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"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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"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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"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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"Les volets clos" (c. 1900) by Elizabeth Nourse [1859-1938]. The title translates into English as "The Closed Shutters."
shutters closed
decorum is simply
a part of growing old
that's what I tell myself
as I look for new ways
to conceal age's effects
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"The Boston Sunday Herald: Easter" (1895) by Ethel Reed [1874-1912]
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Ethel Reed quickly became an illustrator of note in the mid-1890s. She created posters (then known as handbills or bills), book covers, and illustrations. She had turned 21 on March 13, 1895 and Easter was on April 14 that year. Sadly, she passed away in 1912.
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pandemic year two
the old signposts have
been worn away
now's not the time to
realize that moss can grow
on all sides of a tree
In years past I've forced many a hyacinth bulb. The flowers were always full and fragrant and an inspiration for many of the poems found under the label, "hyacinths and other flowers." The photo below is the best of the four bulbs I attempted to force this year. The rest barely poked up their heads before shriveling.
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forcing hyacinths
during this pandemic
the wait unbearable
and in the end
delight for neither
eyes nor nose
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second storm in a week
shoulders still aching
she looks beyond the trees
to piles of snow that
will only grow higher
and last until spring
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waiting for fall to end
raking and bagging
raking and bagging
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fall 2020
stepping on the cracks
to break the back
of he who is working
to make the fissures
too wide to cross
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tomato bumper crop
mid-October and
the pandemic continues
despite all else
we can depend on
a salad