Waterolor Painting
by Nadia J. Krenn. September, 2014. Kindergarten.
sun-dropping petals coloring the day
happy child smiling so gay
blue birds’ dancing wings
little crawling ants doing their thing
rainbow colored kitten
so curiously smitten
“Lonely Bench”
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once upon a time…
I had two special visitors
I was the listener
relishing hidden conversations
sharing the hearts of two
woven as a single rhyme
free of all accusations
once upon a time…
the moon lit their night
silhouetted by the stars
love accompanied their dreams
whispers of hope
followed their every sentence
drifting down the streams
once upon a time…
hearts broke in two
I, the burden carrying witness
to it all
the love said adieu
cloaked now with fallen leaves
a permanent black shawl
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To My Readers…Just my imagination, I am fine…since I know I usually write from my direct experience, I didn’t want anyone to worry unnecessarily.
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“Always remember that I love you forever. I am always in your heart!”
Nadia, 6 years old
Thoughts from Chelsea, a friend to my daughter, Lara. Both are serving the Peace Corps in Togo and have been there for the past year and a half.
I haven’t written here about my philosophy of development because it is conflicted, contextual, and changeable. I don’t like going on public, permanent record right now about something that can be described as such. But I’m going to make a request, so it behoves me.
You all are so giving and so supportive of everything I do that I could probably raise money just by posting the link on Facebook, no long-winded explanation necessary. But. It is really important to me that you understand my philosophy, more important than receiving money for a project, actually.
To summarize, I don’t like hand-outs. I like working with people on projects that they have identified, things that they are motivated to do in order to improve their lives. If I’m involved in Togo, I want to be a supporter, not the engine driving the change. Even in my home community, I need to…
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“Brother Wind’s Artistic Breath.” Photo Credit: Jane H. Johann, Feb.2, 2015. Palmyra, WI USA
“One kind word can warm three winter months.”
the cold, wintry night had just taken leave
the day’s tapestry was beginning its weave
when your warming words
came into my being…
“I love you”
Dedicated to Ayden
who joined me in writing this poem.
The title is Ayden’s creation. Ayden is 7 years old and has a very tender and kind heart!
freedom is~
a child climbing a tree so high
lost in the branches touching the sky
the wind blowing through her hair
swaying back and forth without a care
freedom is~
walking through the grass knee high
lost in wonder and loving the why
moving forward with daring speed
he spins and moves as he needs
freedom is~
lying on the hillside and looking at the clouds
seeing the giraffe and hippo in the crowd
catching the wind in his hand
cartwheeling and doing a grand stand
Photo Credit: Unknown Artist
a billion stars in the sky
then one special one came by
dancing delightfully singing its song
YOU-nique in every way
laughing and lighting my day
a billion stars in the sky
then one special one came by
Dedicated to Nadia and Ayden,
my dear grandchildren who contributed to the poem
with rhyming lines and stocking feet!
Green socks, red socks!
Everybody loves socks!
Perhaps the pink sock went out for the day
In any case, its partner is here to stay
Oh glorious purple, how beautiful your hue
But the other is lost, so what should I do?
The Green Bay Packer sock went out for a touchdown
While this one is left in the bleachers with a sad frown
Oh, you with the beautiful orange and green stripes
What an adornment you were, with the St. Patrick’s Day pipes!
Twenty odd colors of blue, who would suspect such a queue?
How I long for a simple, marching parade of two!
Did you ever think black had so many shades?
My shoes are protesting and formed a blockade!
Red, purple, green, yellow and blue
Too many socks, I do not know what to do!
Now there are five wiggling toes looking at me~
Where, oh where, can the other five be?
Their partners have left them stranded here alone
No forwarding address, no texting, no micro smart phone!
“Seeking Light” Photo Credit: Ayden M, Krenn. December, 2014
the tears
are sitting precipitously
as the unknown
carves its way
into the Mother’s heart
letting go
letting be
her child has grown
and is now off on her own
Dedicated to
Mary Mitty
Happy Birthday!
Photo Credit: Jane H. Johann, July, 2014
the promise of the NOW
speaks through your gentle presence
your strength is like the bough of a tree,
flexible with the wind,
but resiliently steadfast
you are courageous
as you walk forward into the unknown
LOVE
walks with you
as you share the goodness of LIFE
to all you meet on the way
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