A Stone: One Daily Observation
The sun is released
From its’ dark prison
To once again shine
To light the way
I come to the studio early
Silent
Dark
I often miss the first color of the day
Head down scribbling
But you are there faithfully
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Theme Thursday: prompt communication
Communication
With brush in hand
Dripping paint
Like a dripping spring
A well of thought
Memories unwound
For you I paint
Bare my soul
With all the weaknesses
From which I am made
Authenthently
Honestly
Do my best
It is placed before you
With hope you will see
All of me
My beating heart turned wrong side out
You will respond in kind
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We Write Poems: prompt #71 B1
B1
The self I am
Is my own invention
Who said I could be an artist
Who knows my name
And still each morning
Finds me at work
In the studio
I ask my own questions
I am what I wanted to be
A seeker
Combing the desert
For answers to questions
Still unknown
beaten heart turned wrong side out…quite the image…the first piece is rather like a meditation…a reminder they are already there…there is something spiritual for sure in art….
A seeker and a scribbler..and a sharer..I wonder at the pages in your notebook..how the scribbles are before they reach the screen..Jae x
Three wonderful poems, Annell. I like thinking about the last one. “The self I am is my own invention.” It is nice to consider that one CAN invent oneself again and again! Your poems are most often thought provoking.
I envy you the imagination to create yourself
Creating ourselves is a never ending process…
spoken inside the mind
Annell, love the poem about being an artist. We do create ourselves in every sense of the word.
Pamela
Thanks , I think we do. We always have the choice of what we see, what we choose, who we are. What makes it hard is to five deep, and retrieve our own true selves. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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