Thursday March 28, 2012 Prompt from Naming Constillations

Naming Constellations  http://namingconstellations.wordpress.com/  The prompt was to write a poem about ephemera and write it on paper and leave it somewhere public.  Take a picture and post the poem.

The first ‘Remember Me’ I left at the car wash in the rack that holds the ‘what to do in Taos.’

I left this one at the grocery store.

Remember Me

My Grandparents

Strong, loving, laughing

I thought they would always be here

My Parents

The same

And you…

Solid… touchstone

Now…

I am slowly fading

Tomorrow I will be gone

Disappeared

Will you remember

Monday March 26, 2012 Magpie Tales

 

Magpie Tales

 

The Time We Are Apart

It’s been awhile

Since I came to call

Held your image before me

Looked into the mirror

To see myself reflected

 

What happens to thoes moments

When we are apart

Do they ride an escalator to the next floor

Is time suspened into

Long naps

Shaded in the afternoon sun

or…

Are they waiting for the reunion

I hold your image before me

Look into the mirror and see myself

Sunday March 25, 2012 Sunday Whirl #49 and Sunday Scribbling #312

Image from internet – Pams clip art

The Joy of Sweeping

A very small girl

Loved to sweep


Could create a

Playhouse anywhere

A world of her own

 

 

One favorite place

Was under a large tree

Which gave shade from

The hot Texas sun

 

 

It was just outside her

Mother’s kitchen door

A child’s joy

Transform space

With dolls and toys

 

 

She was a tiny alchemist


A craftsman

She could gauge

The exact space needed

 

 

Still today the juices flow

When considering space

Tender considerations

Like the child of long ago

What is needed

 

 

Acumen is projected


Sprinkled with whimsy


Oiled with love

She picks up

Her broom

And sweeps away

The acid of her life

Until all is supple once more

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Sunday Scribblings #312  Prompt:  “The Rest of the Story”

The Rest of the Story

You open green almond eyes

Hold me in your gaze

Ask for the rest of the story

But until death the story is not complete

We will have to wait and see

It’s been no disappointment so far

You tell me what you think is needed

It didn’t occur to me

The story would end so soon

Or would end that way…

Friday March 23, 2012 The life of an artist

As an artist, I go to work each day, and if asked, I would gladly tuck the work under the bed, out of sight, but long ago in art school I was told it is important that the artist share her work, for we might give other inspiration.  But like everyone else, I find rejection a bit hard.

Art Competition
Turn on computer
Read the email
Like a slap
Crack!
Or a door slammed
In the face

Don’t like it
Don’t want it
Not chosen
Not good enough
Doesn’t please
And yet…

I have done my part
Over years
Created the work
Entred on time
Paid my fee

My ears sting
Still waiting
For your smile
Take a breath
Sun shines
Wind chimes tinkle
In the breeze

Scrape myself
Off the floor
Begin again

Tuesday 20, 2012 dVerse

The art is created

The visual statement is clear

Time to show the work

What to say

What will the viewer see

What will he think

Perhaps it is best

To just let the work

Speak for itself

Note:  The wind has blown hard all day.  It whistles to me in the studio.  I had an appointment this afternoon to meet with a director of a museum… always hard for the artist.  The meeting went well, and I am prepared for the next step, which will be to sent a packet to be seen and judged by the committee for a spot in the schedule.  Wish me well!

March 18, 2012 Sunday Whirl

Wordle #48

Note:  It  seems right now, at the is very moment, I am in a state of “quiet?”  The words seems to be hiding, I must search for them and upon finding them… they make no sense?  I am wondering… should I be making lists?  I will make a list.  Each word a visual picture.


Singing
Morning
Adobe
Church

Sources
Folk
Choir
Village

Previous
Quiet
Nothing
Space

Carry
Sound
Song
Sage

Limit
Page
Time
Love

Hallways
Dark
Crowded
Long

Gestures
Lively
Imagined
Loving

Drama
Animated
False
Lively

Drives
Car
Truck
Crazy

Follows
Sneak
Surprise
Quietly

Delivery
Expected
Unexpected
Timely

Hard
Soft
Rock
Feather

Inherent
Natural
Fitted
Personal

March 10, 2012 Sunday Whirl Wordle #47

Monarch Butterflies migrating to Mexico

Sunday Whirl Wordle #47

A Day Like Any Other Day

Or so it seemed

No accident

All was deliberate

The day was intently charged

Even the pouring of the libation

There was to be a sacrifice

We gathered to settle

Still there was confusion

In a clear voice 

The question asked

There would be no trouble between us

toll was charged

We each would pay

Handle our grief alone

Our sorrow could be felt on Mars

Each was intent on the needs of my Mother

When the last breath was taken

We became as robots

We were ready

Each task was completed as planned

Then we parted

We took our grief home

In the days that followed

There would be plenty of time to sort the loss

Note: It was November 14th, 2011, in Texas, the day I arrived.  I took the picture of the butterflies on the loquot tree in my Mother’s front yard.  My Mother was dying, I saw the butterflies getting the last of the necture before their journey, they still had a long way to go, and so did we.  My family gathered, and long we had spoken of the way we only used polite conversation, the difficulty we seemed to have with the “truth.”  That was all gone, at last we could be honest with each other.  It seemed each one there, was blessed and more beautiful that ever before.