I could have painted these pages with our picturesque potential Quivering with each written word as if it were a brushstroke ever so essential Carefully crafting every artistically assembled prose without a single exhale Sweat would have trickled down my...
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Sketching Snowflakes
She was seeking something in the frigid flakesSnow danced and swirled, driven across the lake by brisk winds. Jenn looked out her cabin’s window and sighed. She put more wood on the fire. The cabin was small enough that a wood stove was sufficient for heat. Sitting at a table by the window, Jenn leaf...
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The canvas was blank. Like a brilliant shining light in his mind, it was blank. Piercing and constant it stared at him, begging to be transformed. Like so many times before, beauty and vibrant color longed to be placed. It cried out to him, but he was emp...
Lady in the Lake
A rescue leads to a grim inspiration for an artistI am slumped in a chair, staring at my newest painting. For over twenty-four hours I have been awake, painting in a near-trance for more than half that time. The painting portrays a scene not far from my studio, a shallow bay on Lake Madeline. A woman eme...
Paris … ah Paris … he had been in love with the city since that magical day in April fifty five years before when he had stepped off the train at the Gare du Nord and walked out of the station into the bustle of the busy streets of the capital. He was a c...
The White Sutcase
evil lives in everyone. some people just let it outThis is part of a story I wrote for the writing group. I was left the unenviable task of saying what happened to Alex when she was 15 years old, what had happened to the young innocent girl that day ten years ago. I hope you enjoy it; I will be incorpor...
La Grande Odalisque
a poem inspired by a sensual painting by IngresThat look she casts over her naked shoulder,the long expanse of smooth alabaster skin.The knowing painter's eye examines ever deeper,while I hardly would know where to begin.The elongated supple spine and velvet skininvite the gentle touch of ling'ring fi...
I came so far for Beauty And she took me down many roads Confident and Proud, up on the high;Broken and Humbled, down in the low I traveled so far for Beauty, Found myself a long way from home Digging graves in the moonlight--I buried my heart alone I sac...
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Paint my lips by kissing meSculpt me in your armsThis room shall be our studioWhere we create our art Too fluid to be capturedAnd set within a frameToo sacred to be notedOr garner any fame Yet lasting and indelibleThroughout both our livesEach of us a mas...
Natures' Sculpture
Is it bona fide, or is it only me?An image captured,Droplets enraptured,Within a crystal glimmer. Refracted lights shimmer,Holding for just a moment,Much more than a quotient. Creatures encapsulated,Not moving nor animated,Held frozen cryogenically. Invisible to a wandering eye,From a pic...
Parts
Inspired by the movie, Jeepers Creepers, and by those twisted artists who use body parts in artI wonder then ifthat is whyI chain youupand steal youreyes?I really need allthat youare,become for mea rich bazaar.Give me yourlungsto help mebreathe,I’ll prise them outwith gentleease.Relinquish that:a Romannoseand howabout a pair ofthose:kidneys are the...
Ethnic Dilemmas 101
Do you know what this means...Diaspora She asks me if I know what this means Like the seeds of a dandelion Blown by the harsh winds of intention versus expectation I am a black woman and the seed Is the marrow of my spine The wind has caught in the thickness of my hair Lifting...
Intoxicating
Sunrise portrait painted by my muse.Striated banding brews patch work stripes; not a devil's work of art kissing heavens hues, but brush strokes and swipes; an appealing palette a la carte. Pinks, reds, greys and blues; another new day strikes, spawning a fresh start painted by my muse, rem...
It's winter and the winds do blowBut we are safe inside you know. My metal art upon the wallIs rattling and about to fall. With special hooks I make it tightSo it will stay a happy sight. It's hammered in a gleeful styleTo give arriving guests a smile. Li...
Why Write.....
Ponderings--daily poems from my hexagon shaped cabin overlooking a lovely trout pondIf I could paint, each day I’d be at my easel painting what I think I see across the pond, or if I could carve, each day I’d peel away the wood and find the loon, or heron or duckling and try to get the wing just right, or if I played the violin, or flute...