The Author to Her Book
By Anne Bradstreet
Thou ill-form’d offspring of my feeble brain,
Who after birth didst by my side remain,
Till snatched from thence by friends, less wise than true,
Who thee abroad, expos’d to publick view,
Made thee in raggs, halting to th’ press to trudge,
Where errors were not lessened (all may judg).
At thy return my blushing was not small,
My rambling brat (in print) should mother call,
I cast thee by as one unfit for light,
Thy Visage was so irksome in my sight;
Yet being mine own, at length affection would
Thy blemishes amend, if so I could:
I wash’d thy face, but more defects I saw,
And rubbing off a spot, still made a flaw.
I stretched thy joynts to make thee even feet,
Yet still thou run’st more hobling then is meet;
In better dress to trim thee was my mind,
But nought save home-spun Cloth, i’ th’ house I find.
In this array ’mongst Vulgars mayst thou roam.
In Criticks hands, beware thou dost not come;
And take thy way where yet thou art not known,
If for thy Father askt, say, thou hadst none:
And for thy Mother, she alas is poor,
Which caus’d her thus to send thee out of door.

Time for a little light rhyme



! Song Of June ! - Poem by Rema Prasanaa
June sings for me, a song
of a rain cloud, which has
lost its way in a desert storm,
haunted and chased
by the conspiring rays of
of a burnt up sun
but found its way back
to a green hill to sing
again a song for me....

....here's a colorful poem which could be described by some as visual art.

The Sky Was
- by e e cummings

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Dave - If you wrote the last four lines posted - I'm duly impressed. Descriptive and tranquil - nice work!

Summer secrets
Winter woes
A world awash
In angry throes
Yet
Soft the breeze
Gently whispered
Hushed and scented
Crystal clean
Promises like
Floating flowers
Drifting upward
Depth unseen

Awake the dawn
Blue, green and white
Ablaze the sun
A wondrous sight

Then
Night descends
With silver shine
And doubts pervade
A clouded mind
As stars remain
Could hope run dry
Or meld these thoughts
And stay aligned

Thank you, Dave - A lovely new photo for my slideshow.
btw - 4:25am...you're a very early riser

[Meant to post this with my poem above.]

Off to see a street fair on a sunny afternoon.
Hope everyone has a pleasant Sunday!