Best Foot Forwards

A Jinksy Original

Feet
are neat!
They carry us through the day.
Come what may,
they take the strain,
don't complain,
unless the wear and tear
of unsuitable footwear
causes them grief!
Oh, what a relief
to abandon shoes
before we snooze.
Then we dance our dreams
through, till morning gleams
us awake
and feet take
us on another day trip
'twixt cup and lip
as we drink life down,
turn it around,
maybe.
Once we see
the way to go,
we can tell our feet
"Onwards
and upwards!"

An early morning offering for IGWRT, this Monday.

Shakespeare's Words

These were ones I used to create this 'In Sympathy' card, to send to a bereaved friend, and this morning, I read a post where the Blogperson mentioned the recent death of their mother...I thought, if I posted this 'card' on In Tandem, I would then be able to 'send' condolences to them via a link in a comment, as they didn't have their email enabled for me to communicate directly.

Then I thought, if anyone else would like to use this image in a similar way, I could 'gift' it to them, too...Feel free to help yourself...

Moon-puddle

Purple moon-puddle,
doorway to a universe
in a painter's mind.

Produced for Mag 122, and inspired by M . C. Escher's original image, thanks to Tess.

The Cup Runneth Over

I think Khalil Gibran wrote words which fit well with my graphic here. See if you agree...

"When love beckons to you, follow him, though his ways are hard and steep.  And when his wings enfold you yield to him, though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you; when he speaks to you believe in him, though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, so shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth......

But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor, into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.

Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.

But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: to melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night: to know the pain of too much tenderness: to be wounded by your own understanding of love, and to bleed willingly and joyfully.”

 Khalil Gibran

Landscape

If you follow a Treasure Hunt, from HERE, to HERE, you will discover how one thing leads to another, and back again!

Evening Contemplation

To see how this graphic came into existence, pop across to Napple Notes, where you will perhaps understand how, by following my nose, or instinct, or artistic muse, I arrived at 'The Oracle'.

In The Wet

                              Started life as this>
What a difference a change of shape and colour can make...

And there's another example of what a rainy day can produce, over HERE, where you can see how my mind was working...

Diamonds Are For Ever

Third of June 2012  saw the 60 year reign of our Monarch, Queen Elizabeth II, being marked with a Pageant on the River Thames, the like of which has not been seen for 350 years. True to tradition, the British weather blessed us with rain, but also true to tradition, neither the Queen nor her subjects were in the least deterred from enjoying the spectacle. So today, I found this Google image to accompany a cinquain written in honour of the occasion. 

Jubilee;
wet, windy,
bracing, exciting, moving.
God Save the Queen
celebration.