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

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.

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 

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

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