This is for Linda G. Hill’s coloring club for this month. I colored it today.
There once was a cat on a cloud
Who loved to take in night’s dark shroud,
Because all the stars
And planets like Mars
Finally to shine were allowed.
I made up the limerick off the top of my head because why not. I know planets don’t shine, but in my colorful dream-world they do. 🙂
Once again, I am taking part in Linda G. Hill’s coloring club! This month so far, I have colored 3 or 4 pictures, and we are only halfway through the month. Below is my favorite picture from the past 2 weeks.
This is for Linda G. Hill’s coloring club for this month. I have colored several pictures, and here is one of them, plus part of another.
I also wrote a poem inspired partly by the coloring pages, since they can be quite fantastical! We color within the lines but can choose any picture we want. 🙂 Sharing with today’s Writers’ Pantry.
The rules say color within the lines,
But the artist’s mind divines
How to within the form be free,
Or to trash it, if need be:
These rules don’t dictate what to draw —
Let one’s artistry be raw —
Nor which colors one must use.
If some are fixed, there’s more to choose!
Inspired by the Weekly Scribblings and by the page that I colored, I wrote this poem. The coloring will be shared with Linda G. Hill’s coloring club, and I’m also linking this to Fandango’s dog days of August #6 because cats are pets. 🙂
I wear my heart on my sleeve
So swift to sadden but even
Quicker to smile or grin —
From cats’ cuteness to cupcakes
Or ice cream’s scoop of delight,
I look at the stars and see
Of sweetness there’s a galaxy.
This is for Linda G. Hill’s coloring club. No poem with it this time. 🙂 I’ve written a little bit today but nothing that I want to share.
Enjoy this adorable picture!
This was meant to be just for Linda G. Hill’s coloring club this month, but then I realized — shockingly — that I could also write a poem inspired by the picture. Linking to the Weekly Scribblings, where we explore “when all else fails.”
When I feel like I’m drowning,
When my lungs pound to be let out
Of their cage, I find a place
Where I can breathe underwater.
When all else appears to fail,
Find where cats with mermaid tails
Play and swim, and simply dream:
For a moment flow with the silly whim.
Hoping to spread some cheer with my coloring!
I had to choose between 2 pictures this month, and I continue to color more pictures, as this chapter of staying at home and social distancing is not yet finished. I hope the world is not too chaotic and that things can get back to normal (or better than “normal!”) soon.
When a cat climbs
On my lap I’m
It’s perfect when
The furball purrs
And rests nearby,
It’s unspeakably special when
A standoffish cat
Calls you “chosen.”
This poem might be kind of dumb. I prefer the word “silly.” Anyway, we are writing about all things feline at DVerse this time.