Saturday, July 26, 2014

July 26, 2014 The Sunday Whirl/Saturday Morning/dVerse Open Link Night

Saturday Morning
Distant sounds of barking dogs
Blast the stillness
Greet the morning
Sweet smell of sage fills the air
White stained by red

Failure to understand language
Reveals no news
Unfolds empty sheets
Shallow exchanges
Fifty shades of grey
An abstract painting
Hung on the wall
For all to see

Amateurs dabble
Hunt for meaning
Gather skills
Pretenders
Fake it till you
Make it
Whack it out
No shortcuts
The road is long
The journey is lonely
Sacrifice required
No guarantee of success

This time
It is all about you
All about love
Tell me who you really are
White stained by red
Blue and yellow
Hallowed halls of the studio
Echo the silence of your leaving
Birds thrill under the portal
Summer heat seeps in

No time to waste
The day is short
The sands run out
Only one chance
Dive deep
Give it your all
Wait for me on the other side

July 26, 2014

The Sunday whirl:  Early words: 
dabble, thrill, whack, hallowed, blasts, stained,
hunt, unfolds, shallow, center, skill, reveal

In a few days, on the calendar I will mark the second month since you died.  My feelings of loneliness are unbearable.  You remain in all things...what I do, I do to honor you, to say how much you meant in my life, how your presence enriched me.










19 comments:

Victoria said...

This is so touching, Annell--you have captured a sense of loneliness in the details of your Saturday morning: dogs barking at a distance and the smell of sage. Your artist-self shines through as well with your injection of color. Just so good.

Beachanny said...

I love how your art and your poetry merge here, Annell. How your images are fresh, how you paint the colors of urging, of showing the necessity to carpe diem, to create, to be, to make it count. Exactly what art should do!

Björn Rudberg said...

When every color is a remainder of loss.. The art can only be great.

Mary said...

This is a very moving poem, Annell; there definitely is no time to waste in life, and we need to find a way to dig deep while we can. Life is short, but hopefully those who go before us are already waiting on the other side.

bridge2vision said...

Annell, your words are beautiful and give visual awareness to multiple relationships that we might have previously limited to either seen, or unseen.

I was reading the other day how there is a multi-dimensional structure we all live within. The way it was explained was this: we are situated in the 3rd (dimension), but are formed way out in the 9th dimension. Light descends from 9th into 8th dimension and becomes sound, then sound travels to the 7th and (as we've seen demonstrated with cymatics) the sound becomes geometric form. Then those sacred geometries descend to 6th dimension, where they become platonic solid shapes, and those descend into the 5th - and on down toward the 4th where, what started as light, descends through the through your heart-space and manifests itself as something you can see and touch here in this 3rd Dimension.

All this is to say I have the sense of you creating a visual of relationship, then sending it back out to the light through your heart all the way back out to the light of the 9th dimension, where the manifestation of the one no longer visible here in the 3rd dimension was conceived and even now resides.

In a nutshell, I have the perception of your heart being the gateway,and your word and art what you send through to the most distant dimensions as your gift and desire to nurture a strong connection during this time of transition.

humbird said...

Annell, I feel such relieve that you're expressing your feeling here, in words and art maybe... We all here with you, our hearts beat together, our hands hold yours even if it's virtually...

scotthastiepoet said...

I certainly resonate with this Annell - beautifully expressed....

J Cosmo Newbery said...

A really intriguing piece, nicely told.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Such depthful, beautiful and love-filled writing. "What I do, I do to honor you." Yes, and with such grace, Annell! I am feeling much the same tonight - the shortness of time, the diving deep, and oh, the missing............I watched Shadowlands this afternoon. The woman, who is dying, says "The pain then is part of the happiness now - that's the deal." But that doesnt help. One just misses the loved one. I hear you.

Kate Mia said...

i can certainly relate after losing my father and a beloved cat of 20 years..in the last few months..and also the anniversary of my child's death too..

but the thing i do have..now in my fifth decade of life..that i never had before..is a way to get the emotions out..and the therapy of blog writing..and freely expressing my emotions..in freest poetry of all..

is truly a God send..that enriches my soul fuller than ever before..and of course celebrating the love i have for those no longer in my life ..with words of intent like this..that simply say i love..the words that last..and live on in my eyes2!as i'm sure your do2!

rallentanda said...

Two months is only the beginning. As you said there are no short cuts and the grief path must be trod.As an artist you can record the journey and your talent can sustain you and help others. I don't know you,but I feel for you because I know it's a road we all have to take.Summon all your ancestors and gods of courage to see you through.
You'll make it!

Jae Rose said...

If only reality didn't catch up with us so quickly in the morning...take away the sweet sage and white sheets...we really do need to say what we mean as much as we can as life is so precarious and sadly at times so desperately short...xo

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

"Wait for me on the other side"

Somehow I think your plea has been heard, and will be honored...

Madhura said...

This is so heartfelt... You'll be heard, I'm sure.. I love your use of colors, art and words, it blends beautifully...

Ginny Brannan said...

"o time to waste
The day is short
The sands run out
Only one chance
Dive deep
Give it your all
Wait for me on the other side"

So true. Such a lovely capture.

Margaret said...

Fourth stanza I found particularly lovely.

soulsmusic said...

This is beautiful, heartfelt writing Annell. The line that struck me and was repeated was the white stained by red. Saw several things with those words, but most of all warm blood on frozen snow. So much meaning here, can't begin to say all this makes me feel. Love and hugs, my friend,

Elizabeth

Brian Miller said...

you keep breathing..keep doing it all in his memory...learn to live...for him...to experience all the life that he was unable to but still in his memory...glad to be back...smiles.

grapeling said...

peace to you ~