Another Ordinary Morning
Another ordinary morning
The sun rises in the same place
Lights the day
The wind howled all night
The morning reveals a skiff of snow
The flakes huddle together
So, few I could count them
The studio waits for me
I enter and feel the warmth
My kitten curls by the fire
My tools in their place
They wait for me
Ready to begin the day
Plans made the day before
Small paintings pinned to the wall
Reveal the hand of the painter
A lover of color
A language spoken without sound
The message revealed for you alone
The day filled with ordinary things
Taken together
Create an extraordinary life
A life of exploration
Success and failure
December 13, 2018
7 comments:
This is lovely, Annell. I admire your art and poetry. Such a great combination of talents.
Such a lovely combination of talents you have - visual and verbal art.
Thanks so much Toni!
The artist is his/her own hardest critic always looking for something extra.
This is so wonderful, the last stanzas just so tender. My favorite lines
Small paintings pinned to the wall
Reveal the hand of the painter
So glad for this :)
every part of your day is just so magical from your words it describes how you treasure the beauty of simple things, thank you for participating, this was really lovely
I know your peaceful studio, through your poems, as if i have been there. I can feel the peace, see Issa by the fire, your work waiting for you. What a wonderful thing, an ordinary day!
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