We are art in details begun long ago, the elements of our world in a workshop manned and unmanned. The tinkering motions and evolutionary interactions as all art becomes.
Ephrastic Poet, Photographer, Educator
Searching For Gold
The curvature of rain is about to beat on my face. I hear it as a paddle boat I once traveled on. The sound of water slipping by me. It wasn’t intense back then. No, it was soft and just a mellow parting of the stream. I sat on that boat for it seems like such a short time. Nirvana was with me speaking softly. She was music forming a chorus around the water. Turning the blue to gold.
The whole world becoming like planted flowers. Filled vases on a tabletop. Blown babies comprised of newly born roses. From a field of lacy yellowed wheat.
Life is a Boat
Love the pensive presence of the boat on the waterfront awaiting immersion. A relaxing thought for a boat, for an occupant. Steady on can be heard as one enters. Stay planted the waterways mention staring into their blue depth. Eyes can sometimes close in dreams of melancholy. Open them.
My Mother’s Dreams
The inquisitive little girl listened as her mother spoke to her. She loved her mother’s stories each night before she closed her eyes and fell asleep. They helped her settle into the warm folds of her blanket. As her eyes closed her mother spoke.
Souls All Have Flavors
Souls all have flavors, you don’t necessarily have to drink them, but when you do and you swallow, or maybe just swish them around in your mouth, your cheeks become swollen from this swishing movements and you get this amusing expression on your face. Your eyes in movement going side to side because this is a new flavor you have never tasted before. Then you swallow. You go back for more of it. The taste becoming a necessary nourishment for you. All souls have flavors.
Notes by a Painter
My camera is a source of returns. Be it in the light mixing with the giggling sounds of water flowing gently by the colored stones.
Behind a Rainbow
Mr Roy G. Biv met me one day. We were both behind the rainbow and I just want to say. He’s thinking his name might ought to be changed.
The snow’s plight in a world of colors was tested as the storm raged. Touching down relentlessly all the colors called an emergency meeting. It was time to debate this soft blanket enclosing their essence. Time to figure out if there was anything they could do to keep the bold colors that red and green and the others possessed from fading. Covered in white they would soon exist without being known. They began to cry. The snow spoke in wind swept breaths stating it had come from the sky and could only fall downward. They felt sad that the colors were all being covered up. Neither the colors or the snow knew what to do. As the dawn approached and the sun emerged a little girl was seen playing in the snow. She was dressed in a red coat with a bright scarf wrapped around her. Her gloves were knit by her grandmother as a gift to keep her warm. She had a smile on her face as she hummed a melody that carried a sweet message. The snow is my friend to play with. Underneath the colors were smiling too for they understood how important it was to have a friend.