Syl's Finds

Colleen Reynolds

noreply@blogger.com (Pat) — Fri, 10 Apr 2020 20:34:00 +0000

In days like these it's so good to enjoy beauty.
I was very tired when I arrived at the site of Colleen Reynolds, a fine artist and instructor, who prsents herself with a caricatural self portrait.
She lives in Nevada. Andhas had a very interesting life, I think, up till now.
But read it yourself at the site.

I enjoyed her watercolours. Her flowers made me dream away, and some other paintings made me remember some very beautiful sceneries.

I hope you're going to enjoy her site as much as I did.

https://colleenreynolds.com/

Liza's Stuff

noreply@blogger.com (Pat) — Thu, 09 Apr 2020 20:20:00 +0000

Easter approaching.
Especially now, being at home all the time, it's fun to play around with graphics.

Liza has plenty.

Background, scrapmaterials... you name it.

The site offers also easter graphics.
So have a go and show y0ur creative product in the comments

https://lizastuff.blogspot.com/

Poetry moved

noreply@blogger.com (Pat) — Thu, 09 Apr 2020 20:08:00 +0000

Hi hi.

I've decided to move the poetry to another site.

So please adjust your links.

It's:

http://soulfluff.wordpress.com

I know, I know. It's a strange name.

But the system rejected all names I loved, so it was this one.

Be welcome there. Even though I'm not completely used to the system there.

You can take the square with you.
It's 250x250. Download and upload.
Thanks!!

I tried

noreply@blogger.com (Pat) — Thu, 09 Apr 2020 03:57:00 +0000

I tried to set up a wordpress blog.
Had one before, but it drove me mad, then, and it did now.
Can't get the right fond size
Can't get out of the theme what I need, and it should be easy.

It drives me mad.

and hearts

noreply@blogger.com (Pat) — Wed, 08 Apr 2020 21:30:00 +0000

A second one today.

Prompt:
Richard Siken bot
@sikenpoems

and hearts

I do believe his mouth is heaven,

his kisses falling over me like stars.

his hair touching my shoulders

but he faded away

left the hall empty of coat

and his footsteps

sounded like a far away echo

while my dreams

create him

love him

hate him

once he walked with heavy boots

in my heart

only to be lifted

by...

where is he now?

questions and longing

struggling

on a long winding path

I do believe his mouth was heaven

his kisses fall over me

as heavy pointed stars

my hair touches my shoulders

when times goes by

love fades

and hearts fall apart

©Syl2020

Soldiers

noreply@blogger.com (Pat) — Wed, 08 Apr 2020 19:52:00 +0000

Prompt:
a line from a poem.
I used
Dreamers by Siegfried Sassoon

Soldiers

Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land,

where poppies grow

and birds hide, like the bodies in the sand,

they are the men, the boys,

from here and countries far away,

they scream and yell in the face of death,

or silently cry or pray.

They are the ones

that march through streets,

with bands and waving flags

they are the statues

long forgotten in the green,

with mold, dirt and almost hidden cracks.

Soldiers are heroes, so they say,

but they are brothers,

and the neighbours sons,

they fight for future not only of the land,

but of their own life too.

With grace, in freedom,

here I smile, towards the photo of a friend,

and take the rose, dark red, a tear,

when for the grave I bend,

at death's grey land.

©Syl2020

Mummy Wee

noreply@blogger.com (Pat) — Tue, 07 Apr 2020 20:12:00 +0000

Mickelle Choy is a mom of 6, just like I am, living in Singapore.
She's an occupational therapist with lost of experience in the media.

Her busy life doesn't keep her from blogging about her children in such a way, that many can learn from it. It's a pleasure to read, and see the photos.
It rought back lots of memories.

Her blog goes from 2013 to the present 'Corona isolation'

Enjoy!!

Find Mummy Wee here.

Fake them

noreply@blogger.com (Pat) — Tue, 07 Apr 2020 17:00:00 +0000

A poem based on a weird news article.
Vet gives parot prosthetic wings

Fake them

You can break my wings

take them

fake them

but I will fly

as clouds become rain

find purpose

speak without words

listen without ears

you can break my wings

take them

fake them

but you'll never

take my heart

so I will fly.

©Syl2020

Hieronymous Bosch

noreply@blogger.com (Pat) — Mon, 06 Apr 2020 16:26:00 +0000

from the point of view
of one person/animal/thing
from Hieronymous Bosch’s famous
(and famously bizarre)
triptych The Garden of Earthly Delights.
...perhaps you might write .
from the viewpoint of Bosch himself?

Hieronymous Bosch

It was not my intention

to live my life in the future

even though I had my own ideas.

Now I 've become a visionary.

people

walking unprotected

on 2020's streets

nudes

in the chaos of life

©Syl2020

NaPoWriMo

noreply@blogger.com (Pat) — Mon, 06 Apr 2020 15:51:00 +0000

Maureen Thorson, a poet, got inspired by National Novel Writing Month (wehich turned international quite fast) and started the National Poetry Writing Month.

Each day of April you'll find a challenge...

and be sure I'll start immediately, as April is already 6 days old.

For new participants there is a clear FAQ at the site.
Read that first and start writing!!

NaPoWriMo

Write...Edit...Publish

noreply@blogger.com (Pat) — Mon, 06 Apr 2020 15:36:00 +0000

I used to blog a lot in the past, and I loved writing challenges.
Many of these challenges disappeared through time, but I found one again.
10 years going strong.

Good challenges, and good reading too.
And on top of it you're asked to comment... comment to improve.

And as you might know: commenting not only results in improvement for the writer, but also for the commenter.
So...you can win with commenting too.

I hope I won't forget the dates to sign up and take part.
See you there too?

Write... Edit... Publish

Astrid Creative

noreply@blogger.com (Pat) — Mon, 06 Apr 2020 14:30:00 +0000

Love to make cards from scrap?

Astrid has a very original way of making them, lots of ideas on he blog.

She uses different media and you can use her blogposts as an idea for your art journaling.

Well worth a visit.

Astrid Creative

Bee Creative

noreply@blogger.com (Pat) — Mon, 06 Apr 2020 14:01:00 +0000

Everybody can sow.
And everybody has fabric that can be re-used.
You can even exchange fabric with your neighbours of friends.

Quilting is one of the ways to use it.
But quilting a complete full sized quilt is for the enthusiasts and not everyone thinks that making squares offers enough of an escape from stress.

Missing your grandchildren can be a good idea to make something special.
Carine shows you step by step how you can make a drawing into something everlasting.

Bee Creative

You have found me!!

noreply@blogger.com (Pat) — Mon, 06 Apr 2020 03:26:00 +0000

So you've found me.

As Face book didn't want to publish my special blog about the crisis the whole world is in,
I decided to make an in between site.
So click on the link of this special blog... top right, the black and white image.
And I'll see you where you can find my blog, info, recipes, tips and more.

Have a nice day!!

My aunt

noreply@blogger.com (Pat) — Fri, 03 Apr 2020 21:04:00 +0000

First, make a list of ten words.

Now, for each word, use Rhymezone

to identify two to four similar-sounding or rhyming words.

plant - aunt, chant, rant, grand
phone - bone, scone, clone, throne
shout - bowed, crowd, loud,
dancing - glancing, advancing, enhancing,
spring - bring, king, sing, wing
seat - greet, heat, cheat. street
glass - class, mass
paper - shaper, vapor, draper
fountainpen - again, amen, glenn
mug - hug, snug. bug

My aunt

My aunt is grand,

she can rant and chant,

and when she's on the phone,

she uses her chair like a throne,

She doesn't shout, but speaks loud,

I can hear it from my seat,

but also at the street,

and when I'm dancing,

she feels she needs enhancing,

My aunt is a lady of the glenn,

She's my personal bug,

good for a daily snug hug,

My aunt is a real scottish lass

She has class.

©Syl2020

You're late

noreply@blogger.com (Pat) — Thu, 02 Apr 2020 17:16:00 +0000

You're late

It's at the

Jansbinnensingel

up the stairs

'ring'

and brushing feet

at the coconut mat

so healthy coconut is

I have to tell you

But maybe not for feet

with shoes made in Italy

the holes carefully covered

by a real leather patch

Then

'knock knock'

entering the brown room

with brown red curtains

moving in the draft

mixed with sigar smell.

Those days

when watching the head editor

makes you feel

the patch under your shoes

when his room-brown eyes

pierce through the clock.

'You're late'

©Syl2020

The small house

noreply@blogger.com (Pat) — Wed, 01 Apr 2020 15:56:00 +0000

a self-portrait poem
in which you make
a specific action
a metaphor for your life

And there it was,
the small house
with tiny dolls.

She used to gaze at them
through the windows
just like she looked
at the people in the houses
who didn't see the little girl
longing for their warm room
nice food on the table,
and all those smiles

those smiles.

And there she sits
behind the window
of the small house
waiting for the world
to pass by.