Tuesday, October 8, 2019

Let Go

"In the end only three things matter:
how much you loved,
how gently you lived,
and how gracefully you let go
of the things not meant for you."
 Buddha





Monday, October 7, 2019

Flannery O'Connor

"The truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it."

Self portrait oil on board by the writer. 

The halo behind her head has been compared to saint icons of the Orthodox Church;
but, I believe she was playing with a couple themes. Perhaps it is merely a big brimmed
straw hat shading her from the Southern sun? Or even the sun rising in the morning?

The color palette of the pheasant is not one of the hundred peahens on her farm, it is
drab rust, autumnal browns and black. The humor of the straight faced writer and the 
broody hen looks the viewer in the heart. She knew herself.




Tuesday, August 20, 2019

Fog

Fog in the evening rolls in from the seas
hangs low in the sky to hug  palm trees

Memory of those gone from my life
stirred sticks with purple loose strife 

Digging toes, find graves in the sand
Continue to reach for a healing hand

Children in Paradise are back at school
Fog triggers emotion of death by a fuel




copyright Caroline Gerardo poem and images © 2018 August 20 

Wednesday, July 3, 2019

Fireworks Parade



Fireworks Poem

the world on fire
screaming desire
speaking in caps
diplomat mishaps

Do you worry 
about being hacked?
about kids in cages?
about climate change?
about cuts to dear?

the smell of sulfur
earth gastric ulcer
tanks breaking ice
dream of paradise




Copyright ©  Caroline Gerardo  July 3 2019


Tuesday, June 25, 2019