#CapeCod #Prose #Painting #Spring
The Moon Jumpers
"As the sun grows tired and drops behind the drowsy hills, four barefoot children and a black cat dance and play and tell each other stories in their moon".
Janice May Udry
🎨 Maurice Sendak
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting
Settlers
Here, in a large and sunlit land
Where no wrong bites to the bone,
I will lay my hand in my neighbour's hand,
And together we will atone
Rudyard Kipling
🎨 Joseph Alleman
#Poetry #Painting
The computer swallowed grandma.
Yes, honestly its true!
She pressed ‘control’ and ‘enter’
And disappeared from view.
So, if inside your ‘Inbox,’
My Grandma you should see,
Please ‘Copy,’ ‘Scan’ and ‘Paste’ her
In an email back to me.
Sinead of the Loch
🎨 Marius van Dokkum
Poem by Edward Lear
#Poetry
A feast we made
For every bird that can swim or wade.
They ate and drank and danced all night,
And echoing back from the rocks you heard
Multitude-echoes from Bird to bird,--
Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!
We think no Birds so happy as we!
🎨 Vicki Sawyer
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting
Silence has its own roar or, not-roar,
just as Rothko wrote “I don’t express myself
in my paintings. I express my not-self.”
The fog, one of Rothko’s shapes,
hanging there in the not-self, humming.
Diane Suess
🎨 Mark Rothko
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting
“And when people cease to believe that there is
good and evil,
Only beauty will call to them and save them
So that they will know how to say:
this is true and that is false.”
– Czeslaw Milosz
🎨 Iain Faulkner
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
I start the morning gently
In a quiet sort of way
Just grateful for the time
And another beautiful day
Serendipity Corner
🎨 Janet Hill
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
It is morning, and again
I am the lucky person to be in it
Mary Oliver
🎨 Kaoru Yamada
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
This little raccoon wanted to see the night. He
had seen the day.
So he said to his mother, “I want to go out in the
woods and see the night/'
But his mother said, “Wait.”
“Wait till the moon is full.”
Margaret Wise Brown
🎨 Garth Williams
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
From the low meadows up the narrow lane;
Upon the half-thawed snow the bleating sheep
Press close against the hurdles, and the shivering house-dogs creep
Oscar Wilde
🎨 Andrew Hutchinson
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
The wind blows gently.
The leaves fall slowly.
Why don't you sit here
And have a little tea?
Vanidy
🎨 Lily Seika Jones
#Poetry #Painting
The lobsterman shipped his oars.
He put out his hand into pitch-black night,
took in a lobster buoy, stood up in the boat
and started pulling.
It was his first trap.
He could have found it with his eyes closed
in all that vast bay.
Robert Tristan Coffin
NC Wyeth
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting
I opened a book and
made some friends.
I shared their tears
and laughter
And followed their road
with its bumps and bends
To the happily ever after.
Julia Donaldson
🎨 Rebecca Campbell
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
I must go down to the seas again,
to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way
where the wind’s like a whetted knife
John Mansfield
🎨 Derek Penix
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
I opened a book and in I strode
Now nobody can find me.
I’ve left my chair, my house, my road,
My town and my world behind me.
Julia Donaldson
🎨 George Hartley (1933-2020)
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting
“And when people cease to believe that there is
good and evil,
Only beauty will call to them and save them
So that they will know how to say:
this is true and that is false.”
– Czeslaw Milosz
🎨 Andrew Tischler
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
I start the morning gently
In a quiet sort of way
Just grateful for the time
And another beautiful day
Serendipity Corner
🎨 David Hockney
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
It is morning, and again
I am the lucky person to be in it
Mary Oliver
🎨 Kaoru Yamada
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting
The clock ticks past the hour of rest,
A challenge put to mental test.
With coffee cold and shadows deep,
I trade the sweetness of my sleep
Richard Claremont
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting
These hearts were woven of human
joys and cares,
Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth.
The years had given them kindness.
Dawn was theirs,
And sunset, and the colours of the earth.
Rupert Brooke
🎨 Vincent Van Gogh
Goodness is truth. Evil is false.
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
Today the bird stays with me,
as if I am moving through
the heron’s dream to share his sky or water—
places he will rise into on slow flapping wings
or where his long bill darts to catch unwary frogs.
T Alan Broughton
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
In my dreams of birds,
they know no limits every symbol of
transcendence
that you dream, I dream of birds.
James McLain
🎨 Tracy Porter
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
I’d like to go by climbing a birch tree,
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more
Robert Frost
🎨 Katerina Baguta
Beauty is goodness. Beautiful life. Beautiful love. Beautiful thoughts, beautiful work in the world....
Not physical beauty
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
The path runs straight between the
flowering rows,
Where phlox and marigolds dispute for room
With tall, red dahlias and the briar rose.
You are my home, do you not understand?
Amy Lowell
🎨 Ramona Youngquist
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
The wind in the ash-tree sounds like surf on the
shore at Truro.
I will shut my eyes . . .
Edna St Vincent Millay
🎨 Sophie Amauger
