Colleen Reynolds

In days like these it's so good to enjoy beauty.
I was very tired when I arrived at the site of Colleen Reynolds, a fine artist and instructor, who prsents herself with a caricatural self portrait.
She lives in Nevada. Andhas had a very interesting life, I think, up till now.
But read it yourself at the site.

I enjoyed her watercolours. Her flowers made me dream away,  and some other paintings made me remember some very beautiful sceneries.

I hope you're going to enjoy her site as much as I did.


https://colleenreynolds.com/

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Liza's Stuff

Easter approaching.
Especially now, being at home all the time, it's fun to play around with graphics.

Liza has plenty.

Background, scrapmaterials... you name it.

The site offers also easter graphics.
So have a go and show y0ur creative product in the comments



https://lizastuff.blogspot.com/

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Poetry moved

Hi hi.

I've decided to move the poetry to another site.

So please adjust your links.

It's:

http://soulfluff.wordpress.com

I know, I know. It's a strange name.

But the system rejected all names I loved, so it was this one.

Be welcome there. Even though I'm not completely used to the system there.


You can take the square with you.
It's 250x250. Download and upload.
Thanks!!

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I tried

I tried to set up a wordpress blog.
Had one before, but it drove me mad, then, and it did now.
Can't get the right fond size
Can't get out of the theme what I need, and it should be easy.

It drives me mad.

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and hearts

A second one today.

Prompt:
Richard Siken bot
@sikenpoems

and hearts

I do believe his mouth is heaven, 

his kisses falling over me like stars.

his hair touching my shoulders

but he faded away

left the hall empty of coat

and his footsteps

sounded like a far away echo

while my dreams

create him

love him

hate him

once he walked with heavy boots

in my heart

only to be lifted

by...

where is he now?

questions and longing

struggling

on a long winding path

I do believe his mouth was heaven

his kisses fall over me

as heavy pointed stars

my hair touches my shoulders

when times goes by

love fades

and hearts fall apart

©Syl2020

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Soldiers

Prompt:
a line from a poem.
I used
Dreamers by Siegfried Sassoon

Soldiers  

Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land,

where poppies grow

and birds hide, like the bodies in the sand,

they are the men, the boys,

from here and countries far away,

they scream and yell in the face of death,

or silently cry or pray.

They are the ones 

that march through streets,

with bands and waving flags

they are the statues

long forgotten in the green,

with mold, dirt and almost hidden cracks.

Soldiers are heroes, so they say,

but they are brothers,

and the neighbours sons,

they fight for future not only of the land,

but of their own life too.

With grace, in freedom,

here I smile, towards the photo of a friend,

and take the rose, dark red, a tear,

when for the grave I bend,

at death's grey land.

©Syl2020

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Mummy Wee

Mickelle Choy is a mom of 6, just like I am, living in Singapore.
She's an occupational therapist with lost of experience in the media.

Her busy life doesn't keep her from blogging about her children in such a way, that many can learn from it. It's a pleasure to read, and see the photos.
It rought back lots of memories.

Her blog goes from 2013 to the present 'Corona isolation'

Enjoy!!

Find Mummy Wee here.

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