My Paintings

The First Robin

Welcome, welcome, little stranger,
    Fear no harm, and fear no danger;
We are glad to see you here,
    For you sing, “Sweet Spring is near.”

Now the white snow melts away;
    Now the flowers blossom gay:
Come, dear bird, and build your nest,
    For we love our robin best.

Poem by Louisa May Alcott

Louisa May Alcott was one of four daughters born to Bronson and May Alcott. Louisa worked from an early age to help with expenses. She worked as a governess, a seamstress, a laundress, and a nurse but, at heart, she was always a writer. Her first book was published at the age of 23. Louisa’s best known work is Little Women, which has never been out of print since it was first published in 1868; it has been translated into more than fifty languages.

Beautiful Painting by Susan Bourdet’s  Garden Delights- Robins

My Paintings

The Gray Owl

The big old gray owl, how wise he can be,       
Hiding from hunters that will never see.                                                                       
Sitting in plain sight on a branch of a tree,                                                                 
Blending with the bark will keep him free.

When night slips in and the darkness takes hold,                                                      
You can be sure that slick owl will get very bold.                                                       
 The depth of his sound reaches beneath every root,                                                   
Filling chilled air with that mysterious familiar hoot.

Other then his big round eyes of a bright yellow,
The quick turning of his head, what a smart fellow.
Many claims are made that the owl is very wise,
There can be no doubt for look at that disguise.                                                                            

Author Eileen Clark 2022

Beautiful Photo taken by  @edseljamesbatuigas ⁠

                                                                      

My Paintings

Iris, The Most Beautiful Flower

Iris, most beautiful flower,
Symbol of life, love, and light;
Found by the brook, and the meadow,
Or lofty, on arable height.


You come in such glorious colors,
In hues, the rainbow surpass;
The chart of color portrays you,
In petal, or veins, of your class.


You bloom with the first in Winter,
With the last, in the Fall, you still show;
You steal the full beauty of Springtime,
With your fragrance and sharp color glow.


Your form and beauty of flower,
An artist’s desire of full worth;
So Iris, we love you and crown you,
Most beautiful flower on earth!

Author Edith Buckner Edwards

This beautiful painting can be found at

https://www.etsy.com/listing/520850061/white-purple-iris-art-watercolor

My Poems

The Dazzling Hummingbirds

Tell me why the Hummingbird holds such a fascination,

Watching them out the window is my full time occupation.

They don’t wake me in the morning with a beautiful song,

Pictures I can’t take because they don’t stay still very long.

~*~

Yet early spring I’m eager to hang up my bird feeder,

Watching for the first male that is called their leader.

They are very hungry from their long migration journey,

Knowing nectar is always here concerned they will not be.

~*~

The dazzling ruby throated is incredible to see,

Thousands from the tropics land in every county.

Making a constant hum I never hear their tune,

All of my summer days for certain they will consume.


Author Eileen Clark 2022

Poems

Spring

Spring!

There is no time like Spring,
When life’s alive in everything,
Before new nestlings sing,
Before cleft swallows speed their journey back
Along the trackless track –
God guides their wing,
He spreads their table that they nothing lack, –
Before the daisy grows a common flower
Before the sun has power
To scorch the world up in his noontide hour…

by Christina Georgina Rossetti

Christina Georgina Rossetti was an English writer of romantic, devotional and children’s poems, including “Goblin Market” and “Remember”. Wikipedia

Born: December 5, 1830London, United Kingdom

Died: December 29, 1894Torrington Square

Garden Image:wayfair.com

Susan Rios Hollyhock House by Susan Rios – Print on Canvas

Poems

What Is A Cat ?

Gentle eyes
that see so much,
paws that have
the quiet touch.

Purrs to signal
“all is well”
and show more love
than words can tell.

Graceful movements
touched with pride,
a calming presence
by our side.

A friendship
that will last and grow,
small wonder
why we love them so.

Author Unknown

My Poems

The Caregivers

Unknown to others all around

But truly known to only one

Energy and listening abound

For them your work is never done

Providing not just care but love

Keeping a smile, hiding a tear

Someone is watching from above

You are holding back their fear

When all is said and all is done

From the earth this one is gone

Family members to you will tell

Dear caregiver, you’ve done well

Eileen Clark 2011

images-http://www.holdinghandsgroup.org/

Art & Artest

Masterpieces of Victorian Architecture

The definition  for “Elegance” I think it would surprise you of just how many of these old Victorian homes are scattered all through out the United States and around the world!  If I were younger and had a lot more money, a lot more money I would definitely be living in a Victorian house right now.

These Old Houses: Beautiful Classic Homes Currently on the Market in Barrow County-0

Barrow County, Georgia

Bremond Block Historic District (Austin, Texas) - Wikipedia 

  Austin Texas

c. 1900 Victorian, Moberly, Missouri | Beautiful Victorian ...

              Moberly, Missouri    

Classic Victorian home | Cooperstown NY home. | woodfin ...

If your wondering why I have posted Victorian houses on our poetry blog today, it’s because when I look at a Victorian home I see poetry. Every detail of these house were crafted with not just necessity but beauty. From the archways to the door knobs and door hinges it was pure art and pride…..pride, something that’s missing these days. To many, this kind of decor would be just too much, you know, too busy, also too much work and upkeep.  Notice how many different colors are painted on one house.    Folks were not afraid to express themselves. The homes had large beautiful porches and they made good use of them, totally awesome! 

Queen Anne is the most elaborate and the most eccentric. The style is often called romantic and feminine, yet it is the product of a most unromantic era — the machine age. The Queen Anne style became fashionable in the 1880s and 1890s. https://www.thoughtco.com/queen-anne-architecture-in-the-usa-176003

                 Masterpieces of Victorian Architecture 

https://historylists.org/architecture/10-masterpieces-of-victorian-architecture.html

entranceway to the Calhoun Mansion built in 1876, Charleston, South Carolina

Entrance way to the Calhoun Mansion built in 1876, Charleston, South Carolina, also called a foyer. I love foyers, the one below would be my choice. Foyers were and still are as big as a large bedroom in today’s
The Calhoun Mansion, the largest residence in Charleston, has 35 rooms, a grand ballroom, Japanese water gardens, and 23 fireplaces. Can you imagine living here!!
homes.https://kellysthoughtsonthings.com/the-calhoun-mansion/
https://www.alamy.com/stock-photo-usa-south-carolina-charleston-calhoun-mansion-88842960.html?

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bremond_Block_Historic_District_(Austin,_Texas)

https://patch.com/georgia/barrow/these-old-houses-beautiful-classic-homes-currently-on-the-market-in-barrow-county

https://www.alamy.com/stock-photo-usa-south-carolina-charleston-calhoun-mansion-88842960.html?

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Spring in New Hampshire

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TOO GREEN THE SPRINGING APRIL GRASS, 
TOO BLUE THE SILVER-SPECKLED SKY, 
FOR ME TO LINGER HERE, ALAS, 
WHILE HAPPY WINDS GO LAUGHING BY, 
WASTING THE GOLDEN HOURS INDOORS, 
WASHING WINDOWS AND SCRUBBING FLOORS. 
TOO WONDERFUL THE APRIL NIGHT, 
TOO FAINTLY SWEET THE FIRST MAY FLOWERS, 
THE STARS TOO GLORIOUSLY BRIGHT, 
FOR ME TO SPEND THE EVENING HOURS, 
WHEN FIELDS ARE FRESH AND STREAMS ARE LEAPING, 
WEARIED, EXHAUSTED, DULLY SLEEPING.
Claude McKay – 1889-1948
Claude McKay
Claude McKay, who was born in Jamaica in 1889, wrote about social and political concerns from his perspective as a black man in the United States, as well as a variety of subjects ranging from his Jamaican homeland to romantic love.

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