Twenty thousand voices cheer
in celebration of lives changed
in celebration of possibility
in celebration of a future
created by
Twenty thousand young
philanthropists
Twenty thousand voices cheer
in celebration of lives changed
in celebration of possibility
in celebration of a future
created by
Twenty thousand young
philanthropists
Sanctum sanctorum
Holy of holies
Peeled from decorum
Whipping up follies
Shredded and tore them
Fighting for soul ease
Making good for him
Striving to fill peace
Sanctum sanctorum
Wholly ’til holy.
She was dazzling
in the cosmetic department
getting lessons in drawing eye brows.
Her silver hair was cut
power short.
Stunning.
It emphasized her features:
glorious twinkling eyes
perfect nose
determined mouth.
Who needs make up
to add to that beauty?
Her hair set her above,
showed her panache,
made me smile,
and look twice.
Then she thanked the clerk
for the lesson,
set on a chemo cap
and her vitality
disappeared.
Your assignment:
1. create a poem, story, or article based on this photo.
2. Post it on your blog.
3. Cut and paste the photo onto your post (leaving the Monday Meme text).
4. Put a link to your post in the comments to this post below so we can visit your blog.
I’m looking forward to seeing what you come up with! (I will leave a comment on your blog post itself, rather than posting in response to your link here).
Warm home
Great job
Good friends
Cute shoes
Rewarding avocation
Healthy kids
Dependable partner
Old dogs
All parents
Your visits
.
.
Happy Thanksgiving, Canada.
Drive safely.
They said
short stories were out of fashion
but you wrote them any way
They said
women didn’t make good
subjects for novels
but you wrote them anyway
They said
Canada doesn’t have a literary voice
along with Margaret, Hugh, Leonard, et al
you wrote one anyway.
They said
Alice is Nobel and you said,
‘I forgot that was today.’
.
.
Congratulations to Canada’s Alice Munro who today received the Nobel Prize for Literature. Interviewed this morning on CBC she said that she’d forgotten today was the announcement, and when her daughter woke her at 4:00 to tell her she’d won, she said, “Won what?”
Of course, any way.
The leaves grow brown and fall
but between petals drenched with rain
blossoms still smell of summer sweetness.