[Soaring Feather]

For the Troops

The following poem is a response to a
painting and poem coteblanche posted for the October Anthology in the Belvedere Room.
If you have time and the desire, please go to the Poetry Branch
and look at our beautiful home and our work.

Honey for
my starving muse
the cloudy vision
on a clear day
(to others)
squeezing colors
from tubes,
blending, mixing
daubing, dabbing,
fudging the lines,
on the canvas,
done naturally
with ones eyes!

Fabulous vision,
needs no alteration,
master painter...
mirrors visual
stimulation...
but, I thank
my God, I can see
the yellow tornado
outside my window
gusts of strong wind
gathering fallen leaves
into a spendor of visual
miraulous, eye-scape

for this,

now comes the snow.
Big huge flakes of matter
from the heavens.
Oh, wonderful to live
.....see handy work
of the creator.....

[radu]

That's a beautiful poem, ms. feather.

Hmmmmm, looks like you won the "Lotto" tonight. heh heh heh

[Kathy in Alaska]

What a nice poem, ms feather. And guess who got 666 tonight. Jen made an upside down for those that don't have one. So here you go, just in case.