Words of a painter about art, painting and other thoughts about life, death and things that get in the way. I began my blog 2010.
Saturday, September 28, 2013
September 28, 2013 Sunday Whirl #128
First Frost
The air is chilled
A white frost
Has spilled
Where the mesa's
Sharp edges sparkle
I do not know the exact
Hour this happened
Nor who is responsible
Perhaps unbidden
Ghosts from the hillside
Gathered to create
Such a transformation
The sky a pristine
Blue patch
Over nature's
Temple
I fall to my
Knees to worship
The bees
Did not swarm
The Russian Sage
This morning
Later when
The sun has
Warmed the air
They will come
Prompt: ghosts, exact, patches, gathered, worship, spill
unbidden, hillside, where, swarm, edges, sharp
Saturday, September 21, 2013
September 21, 2013 Sunday Whirl #127
Fragments G&C #158 30"x30" gouache on w/c paper
END OF SUMMER
"End of Summer
I feel wistful"
Not my words
But words I heard
Words that
Repeat and repeat
In my mind
On my breath
Over and over
I thought the words
Might be clues
To stories
That were to come
But instead of spinning
Into something secret
Something new
They only piled up
Along the curb
To be washed away
With the next rain
Peering around me
It is "end of summer"
How to describe
The last day...
The temperature
Has changed
It is cooler
Apples ripen
On the tree
Above adobe casita
Smoke rises
To curl
Against cold blue
Early morning
Wild meadow asters
Bloom lavender
Winter spirits lurk
Claws concealed
Without trace
Give no clue
Of what is to come
My spirit
Remains in exile
"I feel wistful"
Note: The words, "...end of summer, I feel wistful," are from a beautiful poem by Ase Faugstad, do not know the name of the poem, I only remember these words. The image is the last painting I completed. Fragments G&C #158, since these paintings are based on the phenomenon of color change, seen in nature, this colorful piece reminded me of a flower garden, "end of summer." If you isolate each color with your eyes, you will see the color change, red to orange, blue green to yellow green, yellow orange to yellow and red violet to pink.
Prompt: claws, peering, spirits, stories, apples, secret
cradle, pile, clues, exile, three, rash
Saturday, September 14, 2013
September 14, 2013 Sunday Wordle #126
THE TEACHER
One day with your finger
You wrote "Master"
On my palette
Quietly you left the
Message for me to read
I was spreading sumptuous
Violet across my paper
The color vibrant
A silent suggestion
A vision clear
A single goal
At the time
You were the Master
I was the student
But quietly suggesting
What I could become
It happened
Many years ago
I still keep that
Treasured gift
Of encouragement
Generously given
I give it to others
Every chance I get
In memory of you
Note: Teachers can inspire, encourage, build up students, or they can destroy. A good teacher is a treasure.
Prompt: vivacious, vibrant, vacuous, manipulative, vision, single,
sumptuous, slather, spread, short, sassy, violet, master
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
September 11, 2013 Poets United/Verse First
HOME
A homebody
At heart
But
I travel each day
In my studio
Go to work
And in my mind’s eye
I might venture
To the Four Corners
Where four states meet
North, south, east and west
Arizona
Utah
New Mexico
Colorado
Home of the Anasazi
Land of history
Ancient old
Land of beauty
Formed eons ago
Beckons
Charms
Enchants
Delights
Return home
Weary traveler
Like Dorothy
Home is where
I love the best
Saturday, September 7, 2013
September 7, 2013 Sunday Whirl #125 Traces of the Past/Real Toads/Poets United Pantry#166
San Francisco de Asis, Ranchos de Taos (back view)
(Image from the internet)
Traces of the Past
The world is full of
Magic and intrigue
Answers you seek
Can change
Like the weather
A sunny morning
Becomes
A rainy afternoon
Stains on the carpet
Leave traces of
The past
But give no clue
To the future
You can't go home again
You walk the avenue
An individual path
Well worn and used
The sound of the bell
Often heard
Heralds things to come
Or call to prayer
At the old adobe church
In the center of town
Sunlight streams
Through open windows
The dimension
Of the world
You travel
Prompt: pay, stains, center, bell, dimension, intrigue,
magic, only, used, avenue, answer, change
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REAL TOADS Prompt: ink blots
REAL TOADS Prompt: ink blots
(image from the internet)
Tea in the Forest
The gentle Deer
Watches me
From sheltered
Hiding place
Behind the tree
As I watch Rabbit
Dressed for tea
Dance the dance
For all to see
Blossoms
A great disguise
For tea
Red flowers in
Your hair
Friends gather
Round
For rituals
Of tea
Has to be done
Just this way
A tradition
You say
You arrive
In time
Past and present
Shake hands
And rhyme
Dressed in your finest
Greenery and wine
Hold out your hands
Embrace everyone
Tea for you
Tea for me
Tea for all
Will the Hatter pour
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Poets United Poetry Pantry #166
Poets United Poetry Pantry #166
(Image from the Internet)
GOLDEN COINS
Scratching
Through
The bottom
Of the barrel
Hollow sound
No golden coins
Hole in the toe
Pockets turned
Wrong side out
Resources
Stretched thin
No golden coins
Purse empty
Stares back
Expressionless
Deadbeat
Palms empty
No golden coins
Rainbow's end
With pot of gold
Elusive
Here I sit alone
Bills pile up
Cupboard's bare
No golden coins
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Sunday, September 1, 2013
September 1, 2013 Poets United
"Death" Comes for Me
When I was a child
"Death" came as a surprise
Now....I expect it
For myself
And for others
As a child
I heard the word
"Death"
It came
For people
And for animals
They never came back
As a young adult
"Death" was a surprise
Unacceptable
Cause for great sorrow
Now I expect "Death"
Know its' kindness
Know its' necessity
Know its' fairness
Know its' promise
I wait for its' gentle knock
On my door
"Death" comes
For me
When I was a child
"Death" came as a surprise
Now....I expect it
For myself
And for others
As a child
I heard the word
"Death"
It came
For people
And for animals
They never came back
As a young adult
"Death" was a surprise
Unacceptable
Cause for great sorrow
Now I expect "Death"
Know its' kindness
Know its' necessity
Know its' fairness
Know its' promise
I wait for its' gentle knock
On my door
"Death" comes
For me
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