Art Nouveau neck ornament yellow gold, emerald and diamonds, signed Henri Dubret, Paris, c. 1900. From Veronique Bamps, Antique and Estate Jewelry, Brussels, Belgium
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Lost Moon By Madart Painting
Megan Duncanson
(Note to reader: I find a picture I like and write a poem about what I see. Hope you enjoy)
This is what I see…Felina Silver Robinson
Perfect Imperfections© 2015
by Felina Silver Robinson
I am not flawless in my beauty
But my beauty is quite clear
My body sways with the wind
And despite my bending limbs
They remain perfectly in their place
The wind carries me to and fro
With seagulls on the go
The sun is sure to glow
Do you see my imperfections
Do you really even care
My limbs are nearly bare
I’ve been given a mighty scare
I wonder if you will still adore me
For I no longer stand tall
I’m bending everywhere
Reaching for your hands
You don’t return my affections
So I watch you rest your head
At the base of my stump
I feel your tears dropping down on
My roots
Sending life back into my
Perfect imperfections
As they begin to trim
Painting By Moy Mackay
Moy’s paintings are created by replacing paint as a medium with dyed sheep’s fleece,
she combines traditional felting techniques with embroidery.
(Note to reader: I find a picture I like or have taken and write a poem about what I see. Hope you enjoy)
This is what I see…Felina Silver Robinson
The Winding Road© 2015
by Felina Silver Robinson
This broken down windy road
Where it leads I do not know
It’s cement cracks like the skin of the oldest of old
It brings fear to all those who must travel over its decaying remnants
But somehow the colors of all the houses that surround it
Make it seemingly inviting to where all feel they must be there
The neighbors spotted dog comes out to great you
While magical scents from the scattered plants whip through the air
Sending passerby’s into a trance that makes them all disappear
You are forewarned to be wary of this windy road ahead
Enter at your own risk