Sequel to cracked glass mug
Some details I should share
now look at the color of that tea
Imagine it spilling from the fatal wound in the beautiful glass
All over my counter.
I cried because the image made me sad. I was so looking forward
To drinking from that mug
My former beloved, deceased maybe six years from cancer
Loved cobalt glass
And it reminded me of her
Sitting in a gallery somewhere
Appreciating and explaining
With humor and with patience
How to see beauty
I never needed much help there
Triple libra me
And she was the most beautiful id ever seen.
I miss her
And I don’t want to lose her altogether
There was much more in that mug than just tea
About the Creator
Synecdoche
I’m an artist... retired professional singer and stage actor, a writer, a bead artist, a sculptor, collage-er, I make accessories, am an activist and organizer, amateur chef (key word here is, “amateur,”) and Auntie extraordinaire.
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The Moon is Full of Drama
I have been taking pictures of the moon for almost 20 years now. That's a long time in photography years. (What are photography years? That will have to be a whole other article). So the statement I am making is, why is the moon full of drama? I guess my reverse question to you is, how could it not be? Look at the picture above for example, this image screams “I am ready for a night out on the town” It has glitz and glam and all the makings for an evening of fun. I took this image as a few different shots, some out of focus of the stars, and then of the moon, blended to give you a feel of depth. It is a fun little photography trick.
By Nagoh Creative (Greg)4 days ago in Photography
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I canceled my socials so I cut down my political carbon footprint. It’s making me crazy. But I wanted the original poem and this, its sequel , to read sort of like an old fashioned Facebook status update.
Brilliant work.