the
pathways are laid out a map of sorts made up of shapes
fragments
of thought memory and dreams
what
happened yesterday i
remember it well in bits and pieces
like the black
widow spider i
weave my reality the grid the framework
i
build paintings like a builder who builds buildings
life
is like that to sort it out one needs a structure
to
house memory and thoughts dreams are something else
one never knows
from
where they come or where they go or where they will take us
color
carries the meaning which can be personal or universal
I
want the viewer to be aware of change which happens every minute of
everyday
some
changes so subtle we aren't even aware that they happen
day
into night night into day the hour of the day
the
light is low color is lost in the shadows mystery abounds
April
6, 2016
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Lonely Citizen
i am a citizen i
do not know where i belong i came from a place
with deep ties so
long ago my great grandfather came
raised cotton ran
away with a doctor's daughter had eleven children
they are all gone
now time marches on my mother and father are gone
most everyone i
once knew is gone such a cruel plan
would think some
could stay maybe see me off when my time comes
but no... i grow
old will probably be boxed away
in some lonely dark place alone
i hope there will be
someone to change my sheets to laugh with me
to grow old
with most of life we are alone not really a citizen anywhere
April 6, 2016
10 comments:
i hope there will be someone
to change my sheets
to laugh with me
to grow old with
most of life we are alone
not really a citizen anywhere
These lines are so touching..!
Your poem "Lonely Citizen" makes me wonder if there are societies where single elders with no family are made to feel they belong. I fear that if I keep being a hermit instead of socializing, what you describe will be my lot as well. Here, there, or on the moon I would be alone. Citizenship requires some kind of participation, doesn't it? some kind of "come along with me." Powerful piece.
I love your art piece, Annell, the designs make it seem to change direction as my yes move across the canvas............enjoyed the first poem, about the making of art - and a life - and I find the second poem very poignant, and can feel the emotion of aloneness in your lines.
Geometry and Change pulled me in and I was caught in the fragmented thoughts... right when my tired brain may wander (tired due to lack of sleep and in no way a reflection of the art), the pauses insisted I pull to attention again. Lovely.
Your "Lonely Citizen" poem touches me. Such is life, isn't it? Birth, growth, marriage, growing old, death. Sad the progression. And yes, most of our lives we ARE alone....we come into the world alone, and so we leave. Facts are undeniable facts.
Both are lovely pieces, Annell. Good see you over at my place, thanks. You are doing PAD? Wow!
Love,
Pamela ox
"would think some could stay maybe see me off when my time comes
but no..."....i also think like this and feel may be this life was designed a bit differently from others...love both poems...
I went down that same train of thought.. in our pain we are either everyone or just alone... what do boundaries matter then. Well done!
Perhaps we belong in the work we create - which you so beautifully describe in the first part - there is certainly no guarantee that anyone will be there for us when we truly need them but i guess we have to hope that our sheets will be changed and our hands held..sometimes perhaps universal fears join us together
The first poem expresses your vision, your talent at seeing patterns and meaning in color and shades. It is so you.
The second one is sad. May you find a friend, then be a citizen of love.
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