August 31, 2013 Sunday Whirl #124

BEGIN AGAIN

In the stillness of early morning

Drink my coffee from my inky mug

Yesterday is gone 

Now forgotten

Thoughts and ideas that spring forth

Are real for just a moment

Such possibilities...

Much is now lost

Today will be the same...

The possibilities of sparks

Will fly again

Like new shoots in the garden

New feathery babies in the nest

The scarlet work was finished at last

After close inspection

And careful consideration

It will NOT be added to the collection

Loaded as it is with beautiful

Small visual pieces

It does not work as a whole

There is nothing to be done

But to bury it deep

My skills are well oiled

From years of practice

I dip my magic brush

Into the wet hole

Of inspiration

As I begin

This new day

In stillness 

I sway

Then...

Begin again

Fresh start

New promise

Without doubt

Note:  I have been working on a piece for two weeks now, at least eight hours a day...

I am writing this to remind myself that not every piece I start will grow up to be a "successful citizen of the world of art."  And in each piece there were lessons I needed to learn and hopefully I will take these to the next piece.  As in life, there are lessons, and the universe does not care if you learn them, for they will come around again, you will get another chance.

Prompt: inky, wet, close, hole, sparks, feathery

shoots, scarlet, doubt, sway, oiled, lost

Sunday August 25, 2013 DVerse

Prompt: DVERSE:  Painting by Judith Clay

You Can Fly, Mary! by Judith Clay

For Goodness Sake
Given a gift
With letters
Of the alphabet
A
B
C
D
E
F
G
No idea
It could fly
Or that
It could fly me

A
B
C
D
E
F
G

Over town
And all around
Up in the air
With birds with
Folded paper wings

A
B
C
D
E
F
G

After all
The view is much
Better from here

Sunday August 25, 2015 Poets Pantry #164

POETS UNITED: Poets Pantry #164

Rain Threatens Taos Mountain

Forgotten Rain
The morning is
Damp
Hot
And still
A green lizard
Silence

Unusual for
Desert dweller
This year
Has brought
Monsoon rains
In abundance
The morning air
Chills

Each afternoon
Rains come
Lighting flashes
By morning
Rains have
Soaked into
Thirsty land
Sun rises
Another
Hot desert day
Rains
Forgotten

August 24, 2013 Sunday Whirl

Prompt:

fierce, filters, keep, enough, pieces, train,

cries, gusting, bitter, springs, south, out

The Time I was Sick

You probably heard my fierce cries

The last few days

I have sadly been under the weather

Down as if I had been hit by a train

Heading south 

Leaving behind only the mournful whistle

Echoing across the plane

Winds gusting 

Churning up dust devils

The taste of bitter springs in my mouth

I spit it out

Keep only enough to wet my own whistle

If only the filter could keep out

All that would harm

As humans 

We are such vulnerable creatures

Note:  Images from the internet.

August 21, 2013 Poets United/Verse First

Poets United/Verse First  Prompt:  I Cried Out
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2013/08/verse-first-i-cried-out-welcome-to.html?showComment=1377105522548#c1745007571564228688

Fragments G&C #155 30"x30"  gouache on w/c paper

I Cried Out

I am alone
Crying
Regularly touching my eyes
Yesterday I cried aloud
I gathered the tears in a bucket
Drained my heart
Ordinarily I hold my breath
Under threat of losing control
Today I gave up
 I cried out

August 17, 2013 Sunday Whirl #122

Dream of Death

Heaped upon the floor

Heart barely beating

Dreamed I died

After years of living

All is quiet

Like time in the 

Canyon land

Breezes through

The pines

The period

Of no sound at all

Or the sound 

Can be measured

Only by degrees

Nestled into space

The length 

Of the run is short

You must be persuaded

To stay in the race

Perfect the vision

A tribute

To the time lived

Note:  Prompt 

floor, heart, stay, dreamed, persuaded, period, degrees,

years, space, nestled, if, vision, tribute

August 11, 2013 Sunday Whirl #121 Life's Mystery

wallow, circle, illuminate, scatter, striking, race

concrete, hitch, incentive, strain, pounding, stark

Life's Mystery

I sit alone in the dark
The image illuminates
Before me
A loud crash
I quickly turn around
I see nothing out of order
How can that be

With pounding heart
I fly to you
Circle mesas
And fields
Race across oceans
And like a butterfly
Touch down
Gently
Near you
Put away my wings

The morning sky
Still dark
I blow
On your ear
Let you know
I am here
Life is full of mystery

I go
To the written word
Draw pictures in the sand
Slip below the waves
All is stark naked
The sun dries
The salt water
Sand crusts
On skin

A picnic for
The walrus
And the carpenter
Come close
Let me whisper
To you
The answer is obvious
The incentive clear
Explains nothing
For a mystery has
No answer
For if one is found
The mystery disappears

Note:  Today there are more words than I can use?  But enjoyed working with some of them.

August 4, 2013 Sunday Whirl #120 and Poets United Poetry Pantry #161

Fragments C&G #144  30"x30"  gouache on w/c paper

FINDING MEANING

I enter the studio 

Each morning

Face the gravity 

Of the plans made

I find the end 

Of the thread

I left 

To find my way

The painting may

Look Non-objective

The viewer

May not be able

 To make sense

Of what he sees

Cannot guess

What the artist

Was thinking

But you can be sure

This artist

Was thinking 

About something

It could be

...Landscape 

Or... breath

Or... salt

Or... shoes  

Or... bread

Even a shadow 

On the wall

Sends me ideas

Like Franz Kline

With his

Bold

Black strokes

It all makes sense

In my head

Note:  The visual language allows the artist to abstract an idea.  The artist can  seek the essence.  He is able to push, to pull, to stretch and reshape a thing, or an idea.  It will conform to the artist's needs.  Through the use of color and abstraction the artist is allowed to thrill us with his inventive use of the visual language.

Prompt:  

gravity, plans, thread, landscape, salt, breath,

shadow, shoes, bread, sense, sends, head
______________________________

Poets United Poetry Pantry #161

Nothing to Say

Caught in between

Tug and pull

Trapped

With large chain

The words

Stuck

Can't come out to play

And yet

I dream

Dream of you

Silent

Nothing to say

Until 

Cage opens

Words tumble out

The heart beats once more

Note:  Perhaps this is a wee writer's block?  In the month of August.