Josiah Gilbert Holland: “God Give Us Men”

Wanted by Josiah Gilbert Holland God, give us men! A time like this demands Strong minds, great hearts, true faith and ready hands; Men whom the lust of office does not kill; Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy; Men who possess opinions and a will; Men who have honor; men who will not…

Jan Toorop: O Grave, Where Is Thy Victory? (1892)

Many thanks to Roos Zwart LandArtist for pointing me to this artwork. 🙂 Who Is Jan Toorop? Johannes Theodorus ‘Jan’ Toorop was a Dutch-Indonesian painter, who worked in various styles, including Symbolism, Art Nouveau, and Pointillism. His early work was influenced by the Amsterdam Impressionism movement. Wikipedia A Poem: Forgiveness My heart was heavy, for…

Why Bind the Days? A Poem by Jonathan Humble

If I were a poet, I would want to write like this. ~Sunnyside Why Bind The Days? Mar 10, 2021 Why bind the days inside that self-embrace? Alight, a life should shame the brightest star; refuse the mask that hides a truthful face. Imperfect lines in faith do not disgrace when claimed as fact and…

Vista or Voyage?

Vista or Voyage? Do I exist Among this mist of Seen and unseen, Known and unknown, Action and reaction, Ever captive, Yet courageous In this chasm Where I search but don’t surrender? by Sunnyside Lol…this is my 29 word response to: Challenge: Weekend Writing Prompt #200 – Vista Challenge found via Christine Goodnough’s Catching the View…

Mary Chapin Carpenter: Between Here And Gone

“I thought a light went out, but now a candle shines I thought my tears wouldn’t stop, but then I dried my eyes And after all of this, the truth that holds me here is that this emptiness is something not to fear”   Lyrics Tonight, the moon came out, it was nearly full.Way down…

Erased – a poem

At last, I see Your Truth – That “Secret Heart” You blame. Is it Adultery – Predator or Prey? Bathed in shame, I choke back tears – Does “ballerina” Have a name? At last, I see That marriage is Another promise Twisted. Each day For me another Tortured trial: Beliefs (I thought) We shared, once…

The Breath of the Forest

Ancient Skies   I sometimes forget to walk within my healing, boundaries not withstanding  often preferring the purity of winter, the breath of the forest, and hawk wings balancing on my shoulders. Scars? What scars?       Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies View original post

Sister From The Order Of The Pre-Raphaelites

Lately, I have been delving into the lives of some of the talented women surrounding the Pre-Raphaelite movement, both artists and models, so I am delighted to re-blog this poem by Gwendrina. Published at The Peaceful Pub, “Sister From The Order Of The Pre-Raphaelites” is a poem about “a fictitious member of the group based…

Kyoto Botanical Garden — rlmcdermott

What kind of trees were they that broke the color– all tall and green and dancing in the slow sunlight of an April afternoon? Women in blue kimonos stood beneath the delicate branches snapping pictures digital and bright. Children played, young mother’s strolled, stooped old men finished with their lives sat on stone benches. An…

Lessons from Nature with Wassily, William, and Luda

William Wordsworth’s poem, The Tables Turned, Wassily Kandinsky’s painting Park von St. Cloud -Herbst, and a lovely post by Luda at Plants and Beyond remind us why we need to unplug, venture out, and notice the gifts of nature. The Tables Turned by William Wordsworth Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books; Or surely…

Pools – A Poem by Joe Barca — Vita Brevis

Pools Submitted by Joe Barca   I am but water. The puddle of last night’s shower. I live for an hour or two. Until the sunshine absorbs me. I am the ocean for children in Wellington boots. For earthworms. And for the descent of errant swallows. I am pavement’s liquid memory. I……… Continue via Pools…

Marie Spartali Stillman and Mr. Shakespeare: Love Sonnets

Sonnet 116: Let me not to the marriage of true minds By William Shakespeare     Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests…