Violets are blue....
Although we never could grow violets quite like Mom does. Nor roses. Could be the desert weather being a tad bit drier and hotter than either prefer.
But there is nothing quite like the poetry that Mother Nature writes. Joyce Kilmer wrote of trees, which prompted us to create this a few months back for a different challenge blog, the Every Inchie Monday devoted to inchies.
A different kind of visual poetry is called "Concrete," which has nothing to do with this:
Concrete poetry has to do with the shape that the words take more than what is actually written:
Can't wait to see what happens with this one, especially since we won't re-use the inspiration for the EIM. Put your thinking caps on and send us your twinchies to:
firstname.lastname@example.org by 2 PM, Tuesday, August 23, 2016. Include any blog links or thoughts on inspiration, as so desired. We'll post the art later the same day.