noble assistant editors, please, your advice- we are way behind in our promised and desired blog posts! I ask you, where do we even begin? Frosty- "with treats?"
Tama- "treats later, Sir Frosty- let's open an Annie Shutan door and work with what's therein..."
Frosty, "yes, let's do it!"
(Our friend Annie Shutan makes
doors, and they're magic doors-
one is in Colorado's state capital, others are in homes and
buildings all over our beloved
state and beyond)
Frosty opens the middle door:
poems with pictures and artwork!
(sometimes called haiga)
eagerly waiting for us!
Let's enter, and begin this post
(to a mewed chorus of hoorays)...
two haiga, ably assisted by Angelee Deodhar's creative expertise: the first, a poem by Karen O'Leary...
and- my goodness! this one, a poem of ayaz daryl nielsen's!...
"and Frosty!" says Frosty "and Tama!" says Tama true, true...
from Mr D Snethen:
t kilgore splake slips in a bit of his poetic magic, inspired by and at his very own magical 'poet tree'!
sun shining through clouds
ghosts and angels
looking down on earth
poet's driven habits
ignoring everyone else
those talking arts
tripping highway miles
sipping eight ball forties
deep in upper peninsula
closing in on paradise
noble assistants, we could go on much longer, yet, let's find a worthy
way to conclude this post, and we'll open another of Annie's magic doors again soon...
"yes", says Tama, "and we'll close with the artwork of Rex Sexton, whom we dearly miss (this one's especially for you, Rochelle)"
Heartbreak Hotel
Tama, "and we'll leave through yet another magic door, that of
Haris Ichwan's!"
"and we'll all have a favorite treat!" says Frosty...
yes, noble assistants...
see you in a moment
ayaz daryl nielsen
darylayaz@gmail.com (and/or) darylayaz@gmail.com
