What a wonderful photo to go along with that poem! For sure, a camo failure. And a good lesson for middle school: there's beauty in just letting yourself be who you are! Embrace the camouflage failures!
Another tanka today. They seem to keep the doctor away.the dog sighs in his sleep --our contentmentcannot be gathered and held
Even here, where we try so hard to gather and hold, the words slip through our fingers like water...
Yes, Mary Lee, like water. Dogs have taught me a lot about contentment; how it arrives like an exhaled breath at the moment I let go, not so much when I hold on.
This comment feels like it could be a poem in and of itself. My dogs have taught me much, too.
Mary Lee, my humble offering today that took me many scratched pads to come up with something that made expressed what I felt about a nature walk. White Space Moments at http://beyondliteracylink.blogspot.com/2015/12/white-space-moments.html.
On your poem-I love the bit of ironic humor that you always seem to bring to situations-Great expressive idea that sprung from a digital image.
A hard, hard day in my urban school. "Prey"Blue striped whirlybirdcircles, swoops, circles again adolescents kick run shoutsurreptitiously embraceAm I the only onewho wonders what preythis giant birdis seeking?(C) Carol Wilcox, 2015
Can only imagine!
What wonderful images, Carol. And the verbs! Hoping today was better. As much as I love it, this teaching gig is hard on the soul sometimes. Not always flowers and full bellies; sometimes it's dry bones and thin soup.
Mary Lee- That red. Glorious. Even if it is a camouflage failure.!