A Yellow Halloween

I woke to a yellow sky,

a yellow blanket disguise

hiding the rain clouds

through which the sun shined.

The kitchen windows

fogged over yellow.

I put on a yellow shirt,

and yellow Crocs

for flash flood puddles.

Yellow yolks oozed

across ancient Fiestaware

as the yellow gourd watched

with his spooky glare

and I stirred honey

into my hot lemonade

on this beautiful dreary

yellow day.

by:  Paula D. Nevison

Painting Small

Painting for the craft show in November.  I will have a space with my paintings and tatted lace.

painted bookmarks, watercolor, ink, and pencil on paper

Fountain of Youth

semen secretions

erotic endorphins

aphrodisiac angles

entwined enjoyment

monogamous chemistry

with congruous constancy

and wholehearted participation

by:  Paula D. Nevison

11"x14" acrylic on canvas board

 

Painting the Sunrise

5"x7" watercolor on paper

The sun was smiling through the clouds this morning, the beginning of a beautiful day.

I will be at the craft show

6"x2" watercolor

I will have a space at the 2019 Port City Craftmen Show at the Abba Shrine Auditorium,
7701 Hitt Rd, Mobile, AL 36695
November 22nd, 23rd and 24th, 2019
I will have tatted lace, and my paintings.
You can see a lot of my work on my instagram page.
This is a bookmark
that I recently painted.

He Thought of Me

He stopped,

turned his car around,

went back and took a picture
of the clouds for me.

I didn’t ask him to.

I wasn’t even with him.

I didn’t see those clouds.

I wouldn’t have missed them.

I was on his mind,

he noticed the clouds,

and I was important enough to him

that he went back and took a picture for me.

by:  Paula D. Nevison

Chunk-ing the Saturday List

My list is not working for me today,

so I’m going to eat too much chocolate,

and write about a horse

instead of mopping the floors.

Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history.  - Plato

An Approving Moon

After jogging from the park to school,

because her mother had not

allowed enough time

for us to leisurely walk,

trudging slowly back up the steep hill,

pushing the stroller heavy with child,

I saw the moon

in the morning sky.

Half of the moon,

high up in the blue,

was smiling at me

for making the effort

to jog to school,

to please my granddaughter,

yet still get her there on time.

by:  Paula D. Nevison

I love it when I’m called to bed.

Plug my phone in by your head.

by:  Paula D. Nevison