Sometimes life can get a little hectic. For this week’s features, I chose artworks that have a calming presence to them.
it twists and turns, looking for somewhere to go, perhaps for someone.
Imagine one day this note will meet that whom it chooses,
stolen glance becomes chance, to receive and hear it all anew, for the very
Such warmth, a desire to stay and be wrapped in its embrace.
Be quiet, be still, let it receive you, and take you to distant places
you know it happened before … magical.
Ivory grits its teeth, a note sounds, the call is made
a major effort for a minor key, oh I so love the minor key.
Solemn, intent to draw attention to itself, and then to others
wait, here it comes, revealed in pure splendor for the very
A minor key speaks of longing, of want, of possibility
perhaps to correct its bent shape, a challenge for now
maybe forever, and it continues on and on and on.
Canvas heavy with intent, colors dry, lead laden ooze
scrape and claw to take their place, perhaps allow
others to step to the front, better still, lets begin again …
Stroke, colors choose rather then be chosen, for the very
Splashes of light smile, for they are now set down, a thought
laid down as color, for all to see, to become something,
like part of a dream, stretched out on pure white.
Every moment is a beginning, and every beginning is a pure moment.
It is out there, perfection waiting to be found, a joyous gift of
a beginning and an end, all wrapped together, pure harmony of
experience realized and received by all, for it lies just around the corner
when chance meets chance, and the end never comes
…it continues as a beginning, for you, for me,
as the moment is found again and again
for the very first time … Forever.
Lay thy hands upon my body
Tend the need of my lethargy.
Glide & skirt the definition of my symmetry.
Permit thine lips to linger upon nape of neck & I fain.
Smooth a persistent path of bare paw over mine brawn.
Savour & sense thy ambient desire.
300 years……. 400 years……..
six hundred years
(the train is speeding me through the sub-
how many somersaults they watch tumble
as eyes watch their leaves
To the ground
a story’s spring
a story falls
just a brief interlude
just a brief interlude
before the return
I’m Yours for the Taking…
I lay wrapped in pretty colours
a delight to anyone’s eye
shed my layers…….
you know you want to
Be tempted I dare you
you know you want me….
I want you to have me
ALL of me…..
Piece by piece
taste each tiny piece of me
before you finally devour me
savouring the taste of me….
my warm, sweet centre
full of honey scented delight
love me I’m yours…….
I’m melting from your warm touch
lick your lips
Oh yes! yes!….
take more of me
ALL OF ME….
so glad your smiling
with delicious delight…
cause I love chocolate too
HEY………. us girls know how to fake it !!!!!!!!!!!!!
Moonlight Sonata in the Palm of a Poet’s Hand
It’s no accident
that light comes through
like mosaics of windowless panes:
from Sunday hats and prayer bowls—
to screaming in a crowded room
no-one can hear
There are heads that know
and comedians who know
and constellations who’ve forgotten
they are constellations—
who’ve forgotten they were
once upon a time:
a story only they really
a memory of heaven,
like a world
in a sky
they cannot control,
Is it too much to be
able to call home, home?—
Or turn a mountain into
a bale of hay into
which can still sing
on top of still mountains
and still recall
I am calling out to you
from between the lines,
to hear my heart playing
Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata
from the palm
of your outstretched hand,
and to kiss
in my eye:
as a child does
of clear sunlit glass,