Wordle #74
The Artist Searches for Meaning
Artist greets the grey day
Rain rare and precious is expected
Mountain silhouette shrouded in mist
Sky a container
Stuffed with white cotton balls
Blue bird comes to the courtyard
Saunters to the feeder
Not up to his liking
Lilting a song of lyric disappointment
Leaves on extended wings
Tiny glittering pools stand on asphalt
He is gone
All is silent
Artist lifts her eyes to the mountain
Yellow and orange appear among the evergreens
Colors of autumn
All is sensuous — rich
In amusement
She whispers alliterations to herself
“Blue bird bellows sorrow”
She flips her tresses
And continues peering at the exterior world
As she searches within for the meaning
annellannell 
Hello …. rain rare and precious. Yes it is. We had a rare rain with thunder and lightening last night. It awakened me ~ I reveled in the sounds and smell. Your poem is lovely.
I look at the picture of you in your profile and read these singing words and all seems united..busy and yet with a sense of calm and rightness..I like that bluebird..Jae x
smiles….love the cotton ball container of the sky….and her playfulness as well…alliterations to herself….love the little nature touches as well that give this life…the bird song….i might go for a walk now…
thanks for popping in today annell…i hope you are doing well..
All is well, and back at you! Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
annell@taosnet.com http://www.annelllivingston.com http://www.somethingsithinkabout-annell-annell.blogspot.com https://annellannell.wordpress.com
Beautiful. I especially like:
Sky a container
Stuffed with white cotton balls
Rain when needed is such a blessing. Where would we be without water. Your mountains sound so beautiful, the panorama you share, delightful and mostly free of man’s hand. What a lovely portrait of words you’ve painted Annell.
We could all be artists if we stepped back and took each moment – paying attention. Which you have done to capture this moment for us.
Thanks for your visit and kind words on:
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/09/sunday-whirl-74stroll.html
This is lovely Annell. Rain has been scarce and precious here this year. I loved the image of “Sky a container Stuffed with white cotton balls.”
I love that she finds her meaning within….yet relishes the beauty of the external world. Lovely write.
I enjoyed getting away from all the poems of love and romance, and revelled in the natural world with you.
Had you not highlighted the prompt words, one would never know that this composition did not organically develop. Nicely done.
Annell, love your description of how looking outward often stirs the process of inner creativity. You see the world around you with an artist’s eye and it sparkles in your words.
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2012/09/16/attempted-alliteration/
Elizabeth Thanks for your kind words. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
annell@taosnet.com http://www.annelllivingston.com http://www.somethingsithinkabout-annell-annell.blogspot.com https://annellannell.wordpress.com
Annell, you have such a gift for describing exactly how the artist see things. Nice.
Pamela
“Sky a container
Stuff with white cotton balls”
Love that line. I can just picture the sky with that description. Great wordle. 🙂
Your poem pleases this purveyor of words, Annell. I like what you’ve done with this.