This is the final day of the Poetry Postcard Festival Sharing of the 31 postcards with poems sent out.  But stay tuned, everyone.  There will be some bonus posts that carry over into November.  There will be the two that I sent to Alexandra and Kerfe.  There will also be the post with a photo…

Georges Seurat, “The Bank of the Seine” Each morning I make my way to the water. Sun climbs above trees on the far bank as locals fill in spaces on knolls and in and upon the river. Strangers to each other, yet all comfortable in our appreciation of nature’s welcome.

George Seurat, “Circus Sideshow” Shadows’ dark treasures glimmer far from light of day, confined to damp caverns of morbid lust; where polite gentlemen slink, to thrust their filthy minds, swine before pearls.

Georges Seurat, “The Bridge at Courbevoie” Ten witch hazel saplings arrived last spring. They summered in pots without incident. Transplanted in fall along the fence line. In winter, they were nibbled by foraging deer. This Spring, they lushed out in perfect green. Since then, they’ve battled tent caterpillars, more deer, weed whackers (sorry!,) and drought….

Georges Seurat, “Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte” Dogs teach us how to love They pull us into playing – one more time They unconditionally accept and forgive us They are grace made manifest They are loyal to us and always happy to see us All they want from us is our…

Georges Seurat, “The Circus” Killing Blackbirds Small black-feathered bodies plummet one by one; bb gun begins at dawn. Seeing their comrades fall does not deter; their gluttony of suet continues. Cardinals and chickadees watch and wait. Note:  this is a fiction/fantasy.  No blackbirds were harmed.

(misidentified on the postcard) Georges Seurat, “Chahut” First, a sour dinner experience; then, a walk across the street to the symphony. Full house, full stage, season finale. Quantity is not quality. Program’s long list of benefactors smile, oblivious. The conductor smiles bravely.