and… painting

Posted on April 17, 2019 by Mary Beth Frezon

Also may have traumatized the wee furry things by vacuuming a little. They seem to have recovered nicely.

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NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Seventeen

Posted on April 17, 2019 by Mary Beth Frezon

And a very happy Haiku Day!

Cool April Morning
wrapped her warm arms around me
and bade me listen.

The park: a bluebird,
romantically inclined cranes,
and three mergansers.

the impossible
yellow-green of spring’s bursting
red maple blossoms.

The first photo is a landscape seen this morning. The second was an overhead view, seen while out painting this evening.

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First Paint of the Day

Posted on April 16, 2019 by Mary Beth Frezon

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NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Sixteen

Posted on April 16, 2019 by Mary Beth Frezon

Ginny and I had a chat this morning, before I fed them all and went out to paint.

Morning Chat With Cat

Don’t worry.
I love you.
It’s OK.
Someday,
we’ll both
be old.
But today
is not
that day.

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NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Fifteen

Posted on April 15, 2019 by Mary Beth Frezon

One of the more recent changes in the world…

While I’m talking,
your eyes, lowered,
never look at me.
I’m not sure you
are listening at all
but you occasionally nod.
At me? I’m uncertain.
You speak but not to me
your lips reciting
what your fingers send.
Is there etiquette
I should follow here,
like waiting twenty
minutes for a professor?
I don’t know and so
I wait for the return
of conversation.

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