An amazingly beautiful display and message at Art Gowns by Resa.
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I know I love you
because when I think
of you my heart feels full,
a pond choking with water hyacinth,
their hungry roots reaching deep
into the beds of yearning,
overflowing walls of longing
where I am so afraid to fall .
Because I love you I forfeit
my privilege, allow my heart
to drown in you as though you
Vincent Van Gogh
Everyone was there and the best part was the poetry slam but Holly was too shy to recite so she just sat in the back snapping her fingers like the old days. ❤
Everyone had a wonderful time at the party. The food was delicious and Holly and Resa’s contributions were greatly appreciated. Holly gave the chicklets rides on her Harley and they will be talking about that for a very long time.
A tiny pony also gave some of the chicklets rides and the goats were busy taking guests to the Rubber Duck Pond. There was dancing and chirping and the hatchlings did beautifully on their first time out. Their poems were lovely and everyone peeped loudly.
The two bats, who arrived as guests, asked if they could live at The Coop. The answer was yes and everyone was very excited about that. No one is ever turned away from The Coop.
Today, after breakfast and clean up, the Chicklets will be getting ready for the Big Halloween Party. Costumes are being made and new games are in the making, as…
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It’s Gigi with the Chicklets!
I asked them to help me show what society/culture does to people and what it’s like to be free, open, and creative. They got to work immediately and three of the chicklets walked into the Rubber Duck Pond to show how depressing and closed off society/culture makes everyone. They put on shades to show how it blinds people and crushes their spirits. Clarence demonstrated what it was like to be free and creative. I think they did a fantastic job and I thanked them very much. They said they hoped they got the message across and I told them that I thought they did it beautifully.
I steer my boat
upstream beneath the lacy moss of
cedar trees where a nightingale drapes
his song, a spray of flowers over
Beyond the shallow a wooden bridge
where we cast our secrets to the river.
Goldenrod along the bank bears witness
to a summer kiss and breathless lovers
on a crumpled serape.
So blue were your eyes,
how deep the longing for those star lit nights.