Monday Night Poetry: January 24

Afton Water Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,Flow gently, I’ll sing thee a song in thy praise;My Mary’s asleep by thy murmuring stream,Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. Thou stock-dove, whose echo resounds thro’ the glen,Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den,Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear,I charge you disturb …

Monday Night Poetry: January 17

This poem inspired one of my Pseuds on AO3. The Rose Family The rose is a rose,And was always a rose.But the theory now goesThat the apple's a rose,And the pear is, and so'sThe plum, I suppose.The dear only knowsWhat will next prove a rose.You, of course, are a rose -But were always a rose. …

Monday Night Poetry: January 10

I'm starting a new feature. I'll be posting a poem every Monday night.I'm starting off with my favorite poem. Pied Beauty Glory be to God for dappled things –   For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;      For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;   Landscape plotted and pieced – fold, fallow, and plough;      And …

Beauty Parlor Juuichi

Herblonde hair dancedunder the breezemade by theblowdryer.

Loss: A Juuichi

ArtyBee (ChelleBee) Firstcomes the grief,but later onthe precious, tendermemories.