Saturday March 3, 2011 Wordle

Wordle

Early Morning Encounter

Still coatless I pull on woolly socks

As the early mornng shadow chills my spine

The white snow transforms the landscape

From my kitchen window

I see you rise up from

Your bed of twigs

To meet this cold morn

Your daughter is with you

The fullness of your coat

Keeps you unaware

Of the icy flakes

That settle on your back

You have returned

After many days

I will not admonish you

But prefer your presence

Between my teeth

And along my tongue

I taste the metal of your absence

Sunday August 21, 2011 A Stone/ A Sunday Whirl/ dVerse

Early Morning

A Stone: One daily observation.

Early Morning

From the studio

A pink light washed in gold

A gentle rain awakens the morning sleeper.

*Note: I glanced to the left and saw the colors of pink and gold announcing the new day.  Grabbed my camera and captured the colors through the studio window.  If you look closely, there are rain drops on the glass.

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Sunday Whirl:  Wordle #18  http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/

#18 Wordle

Texture

Texture on the mind of the painter

Color is always my first thought

The first element of my concern

Spinning to the full spectrum

I slouch back

Screw up by face

Survey the work

In the well lighted studio

The surface is cleansed

Of any rough texture

Like granite or other stone

The paint is as smooth as a second skin

Like the skin found on my Grandmother’s arm

Just above the elbow

Perhaps in the revolution

I will leave color behind

With desperation

I will seek texture

Among the ash and ruin

Nothing will be wasted

Hair and bone

Marble dust and gel

All the tricks to accomplish cracks

Even the cheap ones

*Note:  I have been thinking of writing about texture as it appears in my work for dVerse.  I will post this write to dVerse, too.