“beyond the white cloud, atop the green hill…” (poem)

Boy and girl on a bench, Nino's art

We knew from the start
that the game wasn’t fair,
yet we played anyway,
pretending that childhood
would always be there,
just a bike ride away.

But where is it now?
It’s over,
over the fields of clover,
beyond the white cloud,
atop the green hill…
It is there still.

It lives in that place—
non-existent, abiding—
where it’s always July,
where cross the lush summers
two bikers are riding,
just two kids: you and I.

 

© 2014 Sasha A. Palmer

Image: © 2017 Nino Chakvetadze, reproduced with permission.

Happy July, kids, and happy 4th, America!

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An Invite (poem)

Picnic (Le Déjeuner sur l'herbe)
Let’s treat ourselves to sunshine, let us splurge
on childhood memories of sandaled feet
and poplar snow. Let’s satisfy this urge
for carefree innocence, the bittersweet
taste of the topped with clover flowers noon.
Let’s savor summer, for the Harvest Moon
is on its way. For now let’s wear short sleeves
and pin our hearts onto them. Let us stay
here, on this grass, beneath the whispering leaves,
and sip this honeyed, hot brew of a day.

We are invited, since you have enquired.
Youth’s optional, but happy smiles required.

 

© 2014 Sasha A. Palmer

Image: Pierre-Auguste Renoir. Picnic (Le Déjeuner sur l’herbe), c. 1893. Oil on canvas, Overall: 21 1/4 x 25 11/16 in. (54 x 65.3 cm). BF567. Public Domain.

A Zejel for You (poem)

The Square Watch-Tower

When rain clouds move across the blue,
When life’s nothing but wading through
The endless stream of chores to do,

When meaning’s nowhere to be found,
When you’ve no clue where you are bound
Or what will give you the high ground
When times are tough and friends are few —

Keep plowing through the push and pull,
Keep smiling like a happy fool,
Keep giving till your heart is full:
“This too shall pass” is ever true.

 

Prompted by Writer’s Digest Zejel Poetic form challenge.

Image: Jan van Goyen. The Square Watch-Tower, 1651. Oil on panel, Overall: 22 3/4 x 35 1/4 in. (57.8 x 89.5 cm). BF843. Public Domain.

Happy June

Angel and baby

Good night, sleep tight,
the sky is bright, the Moon is lit,
your dreams are light…
The fairies bring them on their wings
along with other magic things,
like childhood, wonder, innocence.
To grownups they
don’t make much sense,
but you, you do know what they are.
You wait for creatures from afar
to come and dance
on your front lawn
all night, until the break of dawn…
but they will not come out and leap
until you, kids, are fast asleep.
So, close your eyes,
and count to ten,
and I will sing to you again…

 

© 2012 Sasha A. Palmer

Image: © 2013 Nino Chakvetadze, reproduced with permission.

Do You Strambotto?

Woman Walking in an Exotic Forest (Femme se promenant dans une forêt exotique)

I stepped outside to see the evening birdsong,
and hear the lilacs fill the air with purple
and white aroma, and to drown before long
in maybe-May. Falling beyond the circle
of probability, defying lifelong
perceptions of what’s real, the twilight sparkled
with myriads of realms. Mind–proven all wrong–
accepted its defeat, joyfully humbled.

 

Prompted by Poetic Asides Strambotto Poetic Form Challenge.

Image: Henri Rousseau. Woman Walking in an Exotic Forest (Femme se promenant dans une forêt exotique), 1905. Oil on canvas, Overall: 39 3/8 x 31 3/4 in. (100 x 80.6 cm). BF388. Public Domain.

 

Happy May

May, Nino's art

I know…
Still, be that as it may,
I’ll bloom my heart out
come sweet May,
then petal-light
I’ll fall and flow
where all spent hours
and flowers go…

Yet till the end
my fate I’ll tease
while days of May
will past me breeze.

 

© 2016 Sasha A. Palmer

Image: © 2017 Nino Chakvetadze, reproduced with permission.

Can They Edit Jesus out of Easter?

The Resurrection

Jesus Christ is Risen! Alleluia!

  • “What’s in a name?”

No, Ms. Omar, Notre-Dame de Paris is not “art & architecture” — it’s an OUR LADY OF PARIS CATHOLIC CATHEDRAL.

No, Mr. Obama & Mrs. Clinton, the martyrs in Sri Lanka were not “Easter worshipers” — they were CHRISTIANS. They were CATHOLICS. That’s the reason they were murdered.

No, they cannot edit Jesus out of Easter. But they will keep trying. Stay vigilant!

Have a blessed Easter season.

 

Image: Unidentified artist. The Resurrection, Probably second half of the 15th century. Oil on panel, Overall: 39 1/2 x 23 3/4 in. (100.3 x 60.3 cm). BF866. Public Domain.

Notre Dame

Notre Dame

CHURCH FIRE

“Hold the cross high so I may see it through the flames!” — Joan of Arc

Seasoned wood burns well,
fire spreads fast,
roofs collapse, windows fall,
shards of stained glass,
revolutions, wars,
emperors, presidents,
ashes, ashes…
Hundreds of years young
it stands intact.
The same song rises to the spire,
and cloven tongues
as of fire
rest upon us.

 

Have a Blessed Triduum.

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April Is Not That Cruel After All

Gagra, Nino_n

It is
(Won’t you agree?)
a dream away —
that filled with spring and promise
fun sun day
where we can touch the wind,
and taste the air,
and be the way we were,
without a care,
free to reclaim
what fleeting time can’t steal,
where we can hope once more,
and laugh,
and heal.

© 2014 Sasha A. Palmer

Image: © 2014 Nino Chakvetadze, reproduced with permission.

Happy April!