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.

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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!

Happy March

Tea time, Nino's art

When we grow young
we find that on upside
to getting wrinkles
is our happiness.

We try no more
to turn the ocean tide —
we ride with it
and readily confess
that there’s one thing
we ever understood,
one truth, yours for the taking:

life is good.

© 2014 Sasha A. Palmer

Image: © 2018 Nino Chakvetadze, reproduced with permission.

Sorry for the image of cupcakes in case you’ve given up sweets for Lent. Hang in there, and have a beautiful and rich Lenten Season.

 

On Wealth, Poverty, & Vermeer’s Light

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  • Is fifteen a big number? How about forty three? Or thirty six? How does one measure wealth? Or success?

Johannes Vermeer had fifteen children. He was forty three years old when he died. He produced relatively few paintings: some sources say thirty four, some — thirty six.

One of the greatest painters of the Dutch Golden Age passed away in poverty leaving his family to deal with debts. In his work he frequently used very expensive pigments.

No one paints light like Johannes Vermeer.

If you want more, Essential Vermeer has pretty much got it all.

And if you’re still looking for poetic inspiration, here’s a magic word for you: grisaille. Isn’t it lovely?

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Image: The Milkmaid, Johannes Vermeer, c. 1660, Public Domain

 

 

 

 

 

“From here on earth…”

A 1955 oil painting by Dr. Seuss. Photo: The Art of Dr Seuss and Liss Gallery, via the Guardian

From here on earth, from my small place,  
I ask of You way out in space:
Please tell all men in every land
what You and I both understand.
Please tell all men that peace is good.
That’s all that need be understood
in every world in Your great sky.
We understand. Both You and I.

Dr. Seuss

 

“When in the night I lay awake…”

 Starlight, real snowflake macro photo on dark woolen fabric - Alexey Kljatov
When in the night I lay awake
The moon became a silver lake
Across it swam a single swan
That turned into a white snowflake

It grew until the lake was gone
Beneath the crystals, clear as drawn
Then burst into a million stars
That fell until the break of dawn

Like rays of light through prison bars
Like gems adorning crowns of tsars
They fell as I succumbed to sleep
Like healing drops upon fresh scars



Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)


image credit: Starlight, snowflake photo by Alexey Kljatov