Good morning! Time for work, gotta go. Here’s a picture. Backstory, and more about Ada, later!
. praise, by joyce davis (pepek the assassin)
. The Condor Soars, by Lirone, on Words that sing
. Bystander, by one more believer, on piece of pie ala mode
. First Light, by Tiel Aisha Ansari, on knocking from inside
. tears trickle slowly, by gautami tripathy, on firmly rooted
. Aztec Eyes, by Marlow44, on feel free to read
. Leonine, by niebla/fog, on niebla, a hermetic weblog
. ’tis a gift to be simple, by Paul Squires, on gingaTao
. Ghost of a Promise, by Brad Frederiksen, on maekitso’s cafe
. Praise, by Ranier Marie Rilke, just because…
mine enemy grows older 
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Firstly, many many congratulations on the birth of little Ada – I do look forward to seeing more photos and finding out more about her. My friend has also had her baby… so I suspect I need to write a poem about the end of waiting now!
But in the meantime, here’s my response to today’s prompt –
The condor soars
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Gorgeous art, gorgeous…….kiss of the wind, hey? Give Ada kisses from me.
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oh, i was looking for inspiration today… thank you for posting… will be back later…
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Congratulations on your daughter’s safe arrival! I’m new here, but here’s my contribution: First Light
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I suppose my interpretation is very different:
tears trickle slowly
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I sent you a copy of my poem, AZTEC EYES, as an inspiration derived from your painting. It is very central or south American in feel. Hope you received it. I could not get the blog gnomes to accept here.
Glenn
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Aztec Eyes
Lion king,
staring malevolently
from out of the
many colored stones—
how did you find your way
from Africa
to Central America;
how did you become
an Aztec god?
You are more
than a puma,
but not quite
a tiger—
yet you clearly have
leopard’s spots.
Your mane
radiates from solid rock
like shards from the sun.
Your crown is regal
qnd busy,
decorated with alien
yet familiar
glyphs.
Your whiskers are thick,
Blending magnificently
Into your liege’s collar.
One eye is red,
the other blue,
with battle, blood, and anger
on the right,
and the sea, and great lakes,
and waterfalls
and tears
on the left.
Have you appeared to me
as a portent of doom,
bellowing and roaring righteously,
needing to be heeded and heard
as a dark reminder,
or as a celebration,
a gift
for the awakened?
I see love
in your face,
and sternness,
and wonder,
and pity,
and pride—
frightening, fascinating
and fully feline;
yet so much
more,
a cosmic cat lord,
a galaxial anomaly.
I salute you,
obey you,
bow to you,
and reach out
in obeisance.
All I ask,
all I require
is that you be
more than mist,
more than paint,
more than granite;
that you be
all that is—
for we need you
now,
more than ever.
Glenn A. Buttkus July 2008
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I bumped into this image from your February archives; the backstory is great. Can’t wait for you to share it with the recent comers and bloggers.
Glenn
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Glenn… if you don’t have a blog, please get one so I can read more poems like that!
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found a morsel to chew on bystander
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Heh Mobbsy, hows it going? Just wanted to let you know, I am doing this one.
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Here it is. It is very short and used a link to the imagefile in your blog rather than posting the picture. I hope that’s okay. Thanks for the picture it is fantastically wonderful,
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Rick, several people when reading my poem dedicated to and inspired by your painting image prompt, have turned to this site to check out what artist could have come up with such an icon. One hand feeds and washes the other, as they say. Great stuff, this collaboration of yours.
Glenn
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Here is another poem inspired by your wonderful work!
Don’t Look Over There
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