Monday, July 21, 2014

Boomerang Metaphor Poem

  I have been sick-the dreaded summer cold.  I hate getting a cold, but in summer the sauna like humidity just makes me wilt.   I over heard my daughter and her boyfriend talking.  I guess the plan is not to return next summer.  I kinda suspected this news, but hearing it induced a sense of panic.  I have been on a mission to make memories.  We went to the Southern Hotel the other day and stopped to visit shop proprietor, Laura Carsey and artist, Ingrid McEntire.


Yes, I am behind on my 100 Days of Happy challenge. I made a collage-this covers from July 8-July 16.


 I found my daughter's childhood tea set.  The colors are mismatched and resemble Fiestaware.   
Cheerful, happy memories surfaced when I found this tiny cup. July 17



Now, time for a poem-I am so behind on blogging and writing!  Summer happened-

Here are happy photos for July 18,19th and 20.  Tomorrow I will post two pics to catch-up. I am using these photos to inspire a poem.  My friend, Hannah created a new form of poetry called Boomerang Metaphors.  You can read more about it here~  Congrats, Hannah!



This poem is an apron.
This poem is a Valentine from the sea.
This poem is a small token.

This poem is a kite on a clothesline
a pocketful of posies
a pink Depression ware plate
where memories are bleached n' hung
prayers for wet kisses for my roses
for your arms to hug me
This poem is an apron.


This poem is a gift from the sea
hear the ocean's breeze sing a bewitching tale
of the sea's marriage to the coast
as the waves kiss the shore
tumbling milky glass remembers
favors of love's stormy romance 
This poem is a Valentine from the sea.


This  poem is kissed by violet leaves
 where words gather on a lazy porch swing
in timeless word-homes
as Ice tea's tears collect and puddle
watching Monarch's floral wings embrace the blue fringe of day
tiny stars collected in a Mason jar lighting my pathway to you
This poem is a small token. 


This poem is an apron worn by my grandmother-now mine.
This poem is a Valentine kissed by a salty breeze.
This poem is a small token of violet freshness tucked in a word-home.


 ©Ellen Wilson




Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Oh, Yeah Happy Days and a Poem

I was sick after the holiday.  My son caught this stomach, headache virus the very next day. I unfortunately caught it, too. Everyone else at my house was fine.  It felt like a tight helmet of pain.  Then the soccer punches arrived.  No fun!   I am thankful it only lasted 24 hours.

My daughter had time off  from work-we ran around gathering and purchasing more college supplies.   My potential art room is filled with Rubbermaid bins, bedding, towels and supplies.  I feel like I am on a marathon of feelings.  They circle me daily and remind me of what is to come. I bend, fold and tuck away my ideas for later, except for one idea I am working on.  It is reflective of  the 'birds of a feather' idea.


Okay, here is my Happy update.  I can't imagine how odd my photos will be when my daughter is gone and I have one foot in the past and the other in the future.

Day 2
-July 4th was about family, but seeing my Orange Nasturtiums bloom in a sea of red-made me smile. 
(This could inspire a poem)


Day 3
Two years ago, we planted some grapes,  I love seeing these clusters of sweetness gather-I bet they are sour. 
One cluster has a blush of purple and mauve-soon, I will try one soon.   -July 5th



Day 4
I gathered these finds for my daughter to take to college. I am smitten with the baby Honey bear and the idea of Novel Tea.  "Read 'em and steep!"  
-July 6th


Day 5
I love seeing these tiny Hens and Chickens growing in my Strawberry pot.  -July 7th




Over in the Garden, Michael aka Grapeling inspired us with a Get Listed poem.  We are asked to write a poem using three words from his list.  

fresh, burst, defy, chain, struck, forward, exchange, customary, prefer, close

***Grapeling's gorgeous photo***



Nature's Timepiece

Sun-glow clock
defies path
art in heaven whispers
 walk bridge 
 of solitude
planted in dreams
writhing n' rippling 
air squeezed out
why am I chained?

 fresh eyed Susan waves
her open arms remind me
my stubby walk-once a skinny pig
her eyes swaying among
wind's symphony
Soon, my orange sails will 
burst open
as silver fluff nears 
I make a wish: 
hover above fair Susan
 her golden dress sways
as we dance in our
mysterious square of blue. 

©Ellen Wilson







Tomorrow I will share three more photos-then I will be back on track!
I love the idea of searching for happy.  
You can still sign up?  



Thursday, July 3, 2014

100 Happy Days

My daughter and her boyfriend, Brenden challenged me to submit a photo, for 100 days-of something that makes me happy. There is a website and you, too can sign up-If you dare!!!  So, I signed up-then I thought about next month taking my daughter to her new home at college-I will be sad.  Maybe this will help me?!      I ran around my house taking photos.  Today, it was difficult to choose.

Ben n' Jerry's Coffee, Coffee, Buzz Buzz Buzz made me very happy! 
I had to burn it off, off, off-but it was worth it~


This also made me happy-
I love it when flowers decide to bloom in unique places.


But, today's winner was a book, I had received and had only glanced at.  I  love history and the stories that  arrive from what one gathers and collects~