G.A. Brescianello (1690-1758) Concerti Sinfonie Overture

"Music is hateful and intolerable to the devil. I truly believe, and do not mind saying, that there is no art like music, next to theology, It is the only art, next to theology, that can calm the agitations of the soul, which plainly shows that the devil, the source of anxiety and sadness, flees from the sound of music, as he does from religious worship. That is why the the scriptures are full of psalms and hymns, in which praise is given to God. That is why,when we gather round God's throne in heaven, we shall sing His glory. Music is the perfect way to express our love and devotion to God. It is one of the most magnificent and delightful presents God has given us"

Martin Luther

Plumbing Can Be Fun

her morose mood state
a giant pain in the neck
dips and soars
like a yo yo

no knight in shining armour
to share lockdown with
let alone anyone to stain the floorboards 
or fix the plumbing

enough

no time for navel gazing girly
find the saw and claw hammer
and get cracking
use the time productively

enjoy your singularity
enjoy the last of summer
without a creep to contend with

autumn will be here in no time at all

Writers Pantry # 31
Wordle #199  MLMM









1 Floorboards
2. Creep
3. Morose
4. Stain
5. Dip
6. Saw
7. Singularity
8. Knight
9. Neck
10. Soar
11. Yo-yo
12. Claw

Carpe Diem # 1828

a walk through the city
step by step I discover
a newly built world

© Chèvrefeuille 

puddles on the road
another cold winters day 
my cosy bed beckons

Whirligig # 275

 

 

THiS WEEKS WORDS from " Stolen Glances" by J ohn Thornberg

peer payment silver cruel until look fair play stolen laced reflection fades

 

payment made

stolen silver  30 pieces

peer pressure  to play fair

until

a cruel look

laced with venom

in a reflection

fades

to nothing

 

Whirligig # 274

THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from "What Is Water?" by Danielle Legros Georges: water, cloud, river, tell, casts, kite, descending, passports, heat, cluster, grapes, brown

clusters of dark clouds descended
over the putrid water of the brown river
floating with torn passports
the heat  unbearable

grapes of wrath?
apocalypse now?
high as a kite?
hard to tell 

Carpe Diem # 1827...Escher

what's in the bottle
that brings to life a design sketch
bells of lost souls-bols



 




don't let the left hand know
what the right hand is doing
same page secret

Carpe Diem # 1826

mozart at tea time
the musket still smoking by
the violin case