242/366 An Antiquated Tree

Some of you have seen this image before–I decided to use it for this poem in part because it fits I think and I just like the tree-

An Antiquated Tree
Is cherished of the Crow
Because that Junior Foliage is disrespectful now
To venerable Birds
Whose Corporation Coat
Would decorate Oblivion’s
Remotest Consulate.

–#1514, An Antiquated Tree

An Antiquated Tree

An Antiquated Tree

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For today: An Antiquated Tree

241/366 I hide myself within my flower

A fading Gerbera daisy for today-

I hide myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too —
And angels know the rest.

I hide myself within my flower,
That fading from your Vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me —
Almost a loneliness.

–#904, I hide myself within my flower

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For today: I hide myself within my flower

I hide myself within my flower

I hide myself within my flower

 

 

240/366 I know some lonely Houses off the Road

Okay-I did manipulate this one a bit to get closer to what I wanted-

I know some lonely Houses off the Road
A Robber’d like the look of —
Wooden barred,
And Windows hanging low,
Inviting to —
A Portico,
Where two could creep —
One — hand the Tools —
The other peep —
To make sure All’s Asleep —
Old fashioned eyes —
Not easy to surprise!

How orderly the Kitchen’d look, by night,
With just a Clock —
But they could gag the Tick —
And Mice won’t bark —
And so the Walls — don’t tell —
None — will —

A pair of Spectacles ajar just stir —
An Almanac’s aware —
Was it the Mat — winked,
Or a Nervous Star?
The Moon — slides down the stair,
To see who’s there!

There’s plunder — where —
Tankard, or Spoon —
Earring — or Stone —
A Watch — Some Ancient Brooch
To match the Grandmama —
Staid sleeping — there —

Day — rattles — too
Stealth’s — slow —
The Sun has got as far
As the third Sycamore —
Screams Chanticleer
“Who’s there”?

And Echoes — Trains away,
Sneer — “Where”!
While the old Couple, just astir,
Fancy the Sunrise — left the door ajar!

–#289,  I know some lonely Houses off the Road

Image taken with iPhone 5s and processed with Polamatic, iColorama, and Stackables

For today: I know some lonely Houses off the Road

I know some lonely houses off the Road

I know some lonely houses off the Road

239/366 Some keep the Sabbath going to Church

Three pears and no inspiration until I found this-

Some keep the Sabbath going to Church —
I keep it, staying at Home —
With a Bobolink for a Chorister —
And an Orchard, for a Dome —

Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice —
I just wear my Wings —
And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church,
Our little Sexton — sings.

God preaches, a noted Clergyman —
And the sermon is never long,
So instead of getting to Heaven, at last —
I’m going, all along.

–#324, Some keep the Sabbath going to Church

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For today: Some keep the Sabbath going to Church

 

Some keep the Sabbath going to Church

Some keep the Sabbath going to Church

238/366 Remorse-is Memory-awake

I know that doing fairy garden landscapes is a popular aspect of garden design. A local hardware store has a small area in its garden shop dedicated to fairy/elves garden landscapes and it apparently can cost a great deal. I was amazed.

I found these windows and doors near an apartment building down the block from where I live. I really wanted to do something with this poem, and this is what I came up with-

Remorse is memory awake,
Her companies astir,—
A presence of departed acts
At window and at door.

It’s past set down before the soul,
And lighted with a match,
Perusal to facilitate
Of its condensed despatch.

Remorse is cureless,—the disease
Not even God can heal;
For ‘t is his institution,—
The complement of hell.

–#744, Remorse-is Memory-awake

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For today: Remorse-is Memory-awake

 

Remorse-is Memory-awake

Remorse-is Memory-awake

237/366 A curious Cloud surpised the Sky

This poem paints such wonderful imagery for me-

A curious Cloud surprised the Sky,
‘Twas like a sheet with Horns;
The sheet was Blue —
The Antlers Gray —
It almost touched the lawns.

So low it leaned — then statelier drew —
And trailed like robes away,
A Queen adown a satin aisle
Had not the majesty.

-#1710, A curious Cloud surprised the Sky

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For today: A curious Cloud surprised the Sky

 

A curious Cloud surprised the Sky

A curious Cloud surprised the Sky

 

236/366 Sweet hours have perished here

Something very short for today-

The words may seem an odd choice for the image-but for me, they conjured dusty, dusky hours of childhood dreams-

Sweet hours have perished here;
This is a mighty room;
Within its precincts hopes have played, —
Now shadows in the tomb.

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For today: #1767, Sweet hours have perished here

Sweet hours have perished here

Sweet hours have perished here

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