Art

August 17, 2018

Art Mercurial

reminiscent of an Ansel Adams photograph
the waves of the Pacific break
against the sandy shores

layers upon layers of ruffles
stitched with foamy lace

an imitation of art mercurial
each white foamy layer
a year in the life

a depiction steeped in feelings
of all that is perpetual
as if years will continue
ad infinitum

youth and memory captured and held
within the taste
within the smell
of sea salt

until another wave crashes
wind driven upon
the shore

wiping clean the slate like sand
without even a touch
you simply
let
go

Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Re-Imagined

Foamy Lace

Another visit to a place I will always love but is forever changed in many ways. I have left there knowing that change is imminent and this year finds me swept away within its’ embrace. What places are and will forever be held in your heart even though you call another place home? For me it is California.

October 8, 2016September 2, 2017

Dance of Fall

The leaves pirouette
slowly dancing
their way to earth
as they are
caught up one
atop the other
in rainwater puddles
once devoid of color
now laughing as
golds, reds,
yellows, oranges
make of them
a floating canvas
of nature’s art

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

April 17, 2016April 17, 2016

THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING

I wanted to post something so very touching to me that it surpasses all the cards not received in the mail, all the frustration that life gives and all the doubt that I tend to hold onto, with the nagging question…”am I loved, am I cared about”. For, although, I have been told those things hundreds of times over the years I am like so many people in this world. I need reminded that it is true and that there are those who hold me in regard. My daughter sent this text to me when I was having one of those days filled with questions. It has been a long recovery from open heart surgery and for one who did not have to frequent doctor’s offices, it has been difficult at times. I recently spent three days in the hospital due to an upper GI bleed. The new heart valve that has given me life requires blood thinners in order for it to keep doing so so it is a tenuous balance. She has reminded me once again that I have made a difference no matter the questions I have.

Your art and words are you. And you in return me. You gave me the wonderful gift of artful words. Without you I would only have my father’s numbers and angles. You have made me complete. And as you love all the positive nature that is within me…you must know that it is within you. Because I am also you.

Sweet dreams mama.

Image Taken From Morgue & Digitized by Myself

Mother’s day is coming soon but with such beautifully painted words as these I don’t have to wait for I have the knowing that I am in my daughter’s heart every day. I hope all mothers know, like I do, that it is not just once a year that you are loved and cared for. I gave my daughter life but she continues to nourish my life every day.

October 18, 2014September 2, 2017

*Autumn and Art Deco**

Autumn leaves on a tree
imitate feathers on a bird
briefly burnished
orange and brown
before lightly drifting
one by one to the ground

an art deco lamp light
shining brightly
beneath a front porch roof
is keeping good company
with the wind chimes
whose notes do lightly soothe

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitally Altered by Myself

April 14, 2013May 3, 2013

Frescoes by Moonlight

Google Image

frescoes by moonlight and
who do you think you are?
michelangelo painting without
his soft plaster mixed hues
with varied colored pigments

standing amidst your
cans of spray paint beneath
the street lamps on a street
littered with bits of broken
bottles , dumpsters overflowing

pop cans and candy wrappers
as you gaze upon your creation
do you hold onto those who
created before you..van gogh,
gauguin, picasso, renoir, dali

do you think of michael and
his sistine chapel, his david
are they your collective muse…
do you hear their sighs as
you work or is it just another

tenement wall you hope to
disguise as something else…
transforming into that which
is beautiful and know it
will stand the test of time

someone else might call this
naught but graffiti, that you
deface public property but even
poverty and despair can be art
i call it frescoes by moonlight

http://dversepoets.com/category/poetic-voice/

January 25, 2013

Art Pencils

Google Image

picked up art pencils
to draw today and
have not forgotten
how good it feels to
let go and feel my
imagination flow from
pencils to paper

This is for the Small Stone Challenge January 2013. You can find them at http://www.writingourwayhome.com . This is Small Stone #24.

October 21, 2012October 22, 2012

The Market

Altered Google Images

we walk casually in
the brisk Fall air
past market vendors
selling their wares

greeted by….yes!
the smell of lilies
fragrant from the
flower stalls vendors

moving forth like a
well-oiled machine
albeit STICKing
at times in the
flow of the crowd
always unseen

the smell of fish
a Fish Monger is
shouting out
“FRESH SALMON!
FRESH TROUT!”

SOOOO many sights
SOOOO many smells
BOMBard our senses
fresh spices for sell
cinnAmon___HMMMMMMM
honey from the hives
all flavors to delight

we move past ARTisans
jewelry gleaming
watercolor canvas
of hats and scarves
multicolored WeaVing

the music from
street MUSICians
float genTly to our ears
breathy jaZZ clarinet
guitar oldies as
we weave and steer

we move outside to
the OTHER side a
CoBbLeStOnE street
to mingle with
another crowd
never stopping to greet

to offer up some of “OURS”
to the man rummaging
through a garbage can
do WE__do THEY sEE him
disparaging in the cold

do WE__do THEY lOOk
right through him
regardless
of his soul

the fruit vendor YELLS out
“TRY SWEET ASIAN PEARS HERE!”
offers them to passerby
smiling and with cheer

while the man continues
his search for food
aware he is on the FRinge
feeling he isn’t welcome
where the fruit
overflows the bins

we walk on by
taking home our wares
to sleep in a coZZZy bed
i wake in the shower
to vanilla scented soap
his image still in
my HEAD

Went to the Seattle Market today and love that there is so much to see, so much to do, but the stark contrast of the world, in which we live,
hit home on this day.