Wegie talent outlet

[LisaT]

A mother's day poem from my daughter Sophie, 10:

My mom is a sunflower.

Tall, strong, outgoing

Her strong stem always providing support

Smart
Funny
Social
Surrounded by friends in her field
Kind, creative, and helpful

My mom is a sunflower.

(note to the grammar/punctuation people: I know! It bugs me too. But I kept true to her punctuation or lack thereof).

She wrote a bunch of different types of poems as the classroom mother's day project, but I'll just post this one more that I love!

Lisa
It means sweet, loving, artistic
It is 888
It is like sweet smelling hydrangeas on a bright July day
It is searching for shells on the beach in Parksville
It is the memory of our old dog Lucy
who taught her about joy and love
Her name is Lisa
It means believing in never giving up.

This means so much to me; it told me that my daughter sees me not just as a means to having her own needs and wants met (on tough parenting days, it can feel that way sometimes) but as a distinct person with my own passions and quirks… She is more insightful than I knew about who I am and what is important to me. I'm one proud and grateful mama!

[Michael Bell]

Hi everyone, this poem I wrote a while ago after reading somewhere that dogs can get a little viscious with their humans if they are not fed for a couple of days. Hope you like it.

A CANINES VOW.
I will love you without question,
If you feed me without fail.
I will be forever faithful,
Greet you wildly, wag my tail.
Fetch your Times and fetch your slippers,
Lay down quietly at your feet.
For as long, beloved master ,
that you fill my bowl with meat.


I will sit down when you tell me,
Learn new tricks and catch a ball.
Walk beside you into danger,
Give my life to guard your hall.
Chase the cats out of your garden,
Sit and warm your favorite seat.
For as long, beloved master,
That you fill my bowl with meat.

[annekat]

I like that, Michael... it is simple and to the point, and says it all.

[windchime]

I posted this in another thread, but I'll post it here too.

RAGE

Today is a day of rage
Try as I might it stays
My world appears so dark
Things are very bleak and stark

Rage bubbles to the surface
It has no regard for my purpose
I feel like Wylie Coyote on a rant
As I burn and spew forth such nastiness

I realize I don’t always have control
Sometimes the pred takes over and
It takes me to very scary places
I don’t ever want to see again

I don’t recognized myself
When I ‘m raging like a fool
I reign it in and stuff it inside
Only to let it out again another day

Today is a day of rage
I brought it back inside to reside
My world is now a shade of gray
Things are improving as I let it go

I move back to my normal self
Knowing the rage is there
Waiting to be let out and create havoc
Once again I’m in control

[Alysia]

aww Cindy, what a beautiful, touching, genuine and honest poam. I love it and I love you

[annekat]

Well, I'm no poet, so here's my talent: this is me in my booth at the Olympia Farmers Market today. You can get a sense of the colors and shapes I do, and I'll try to share some things in more detail, too, when I get around to it.

[pberggren1]

That is very beautiful Anne. You sure do nice work.

[annekat]

Here's a set of small nested bowls I shared on the Wegener's Creative Arts Group on Facebook.

[pberggren1]

I hope you can make decent money selling these. How much would sell the above set for?

[annekat]

Thanks, Phil! That means a lot.