Merely Day By Day

Today I am again joining Mary Lee as she writes a poem about irises using an image from WikiMedia Commons.   Irises in my yard. Irises I wait patiently for the irises:  indigo, canary yellow, coral, to bloom  in the flowerbeds surrounding my house, a sign of warmer days, and a reminder of my great-grandmother whose hands first  cared for them. © Cathy L. Mere Irises:  Vincent Van Gogh 1889 via WikiMedia Commons 

Today I decided to have a little fun with Mary Lee at A Year in Reading (stop by for other creations from this animation).  She chose this WikiMedia image similar to a Rubik's Cube.  The image inspired this poem. Animation via WikiMedia Commons Author Silver Spoon Rubik's Cube I game my cube a twist, and then a turn or two, the colors started mixing, what was I to do? I twisted more and more, I tried to match a row, but the harder that I tried, the less I seemed to know. Now I look upon my cube, a tear drop I have cried, because for the life of me, I can't even match a side! © Cathy L. Mere

Today I am following Mary Lee's lead and using a photograph from WikiMedia Commons .  This photo was the photo of the day when I arrived at WikiMedia.  It immediately took me back to the trip I made to Paris with my high school French class.  Years have passed since then and I often find myself wanting to go back and see it all again with more experienced eyes.   Reflection of the Eiffel Tower photo from WikiMedia Commons by lviator Picture of the Year 2012 finalist Reflections of Paris I once walked the streets of Paris, wandered along the Champs-Ellysees, sampled pastries from a local bakery where I attempted to order in French. The metro was a challenge for a small town girl, but still I managed to navigate the underground train to my destination. I gazed upon the Mona Lisa as I stood inside the Louvre too young to appreciate the magnificence surrounding me, and was mesmerized by the Eiffel Tower, as it towered above me, it's massive n...

via A Year of Reading see Wikimedia Copyright Info THE DESTINATION Tiny stones reach across the water, spaced close enough to see the possibility of the unexplored, yet distanced, to make the crossing difficult. I poise myself upon the first, trying desperately to balance, extend, step, hoping to cross, safely. For a time I steady myself between the two rocks, finally pushing to the next, it wiggles back and forth, I am unsure I will stand strong. Water rushes, reminding me to be cautious, vigilant, stone after stone I slowly cross the water, until I reach my destination. © Cathy L. Mere If you haven't been following  Mary Lee 's poetry journey this month at  A Year of Reading , you'll want to stop by.  Each day she is using an image from  Wikimedia Commons  to inspire poetry.  Other poets are stopping by to share the poem the photograph inspired in them. I'm also  learning a lot about copyright...