This majolica tile looks perfectly at home on the kitchen counter. Like me, he loves his “home” roost. Yes, there is no place like home! Happy Nesting Did you like this? Share it:Tweet
Spring ! She has burst forth Ever fruitful Ever bearing And all her beauty She is sharing… Amidst the cold And dark deep nights She slept In waiting For this, her plight… To linger with us But for a moment In time… Mere days To display Her greenery So fine! (a Muse piece written age 13, (a very good year…LOL) Miss you all… And Thank you for all the warm blessings and sweet hellos! Did you like this? Share it:Tweet
Please, be aware: This prose pays homage, in a lighthearted fashion to part of the female anatomy. …….. …………. …………………. A’s and B’s…… C’s and D’s…… Even Up To F’s and E’s… I grace the world… With all I’ve got… And trust you me… That’s not a lot! I proudly display… But with discretion… The mammary mounds… Of my true loves affection. I rue not a day… Nor hour… That I play… For even on occasion… (And with not much [...]
The Muse is moving slow… As there is lots of snow… But on to Pink Saturday… She must go… Handmade tags… Adorn the swags and wreath… That are sporting vintage pink… The Muse makes tags… From papers afar… She was creative this year… And made a car… The Muse… Built a house… With windows, doors, snow… And even a mouse… Can you see the pink trees???… But what oh what …. Is pink”er” than me?… ………………… ………….. .. …… …… [...]
In the basement dark and deep lurks a lioness who rarely sleeps. She stalks the forests of children’s trees which are gilded with ornaments in lieu of leaves. She nibbles and she gnaws and bats the tinsel with her paws. Quietly she listens as the lights glisten to hear the tunes play in the room. Her favorite lines are those that rhyme she meows them till dawn. Say a Merry Christmas to The Muse’s Miss Boog Padawan ! (please forgive [...]
I whole~heartedly agree.Words can poison, words can sting, words can crush…if they are used with ill will and malice.And yet, the same pen can create love, joy, beauty and prose….it can spill words onto parchment so eloquent…the reader is taken to tears…The difference lies within the author, the writer, the user…and that is indeed a power that can be mind chilling and yet so satisfying for the soul.Love,The Muse Did you like this? Share it:Tweet
A prose is blooming here…. Did you like this? Share it:Tweet