Sunday Scribblings: Indulgence

Photography by Noel Zia Lee.

Greedy honey bee

Indulgent creamy petals

Muffled gluttony

3WW: Gloom, Transparent, Kneel

Photography by Per Ola Wiberg.



FOG

Knocked down
For a moment
I kneel with
Transparent eyes
My thoughts
A shroud of
Heavy mist

Without fail
The sun breaks
And my path
Becomes clear
The gloom
In my heart
Always lifts.

One Single Impression: The Stranger

Creating art work is such a challenge for me, especially when fear holds me back. So many times I’ve looked at a blank canvas and run in the opposite direction. There are endless ideas in my head, but I'm paralyzed about how to start. I’m grateful for my poetry as a creative outlet, but it’s only in words that are black and white. How I long for the colors to pour out of me, and hopefully one day they'll flow just like my words do. The beautiful painting is by Kelly Del Rosso, and more of her artwork can be found HERE.



LOVELY STRANGER

My insides are layered
With brush strokes
Of longing from
That lovely stranger
Imprisoned in me
Who yearns yet again
To break free
From her chains

She lives compressed
Inside my lungs
Each rib bone
Carefully cinched
Corseted in fear
To block her colors
From leaking and
Revealing a trace

Despite her constraints,
She patiently waits
Using my heart
As her canvas
Painting it tenderly
In bold strokes of red
That pump their life
Through my veins

She eternally creates
Inside her confined
Lonely space, while
I march forward
White-lipped
And wondering
Searching in vain
For her hiding place

She coats my restraints
In vivid heartaches
Painting my insides
With vibrant landscapes
Hidden from sight
Amidst clinking chains
And planning her
Daring escape.

Sunday Scribblings: Human

Photography by Demion.

Our outsides like stone

Our defenses neatly stacked

Our hearts protected

3WW: Collapse, Sweet, Yearn

I really need some humor on my blog this week, so I am going to talk about Facebook. I owe this to one of my favorite bloggers, Bone, who wrote a fantastic post on this subject last week. To read his incredibly funny blog, go here. His post made me remember a hilarious video about Facebook someone shared with me months back. Every time I watch it, I go into a fit of giggles. No pun intended, but it 'pokes' fun at Facebook in a completely hilarious way.

I resisted Facebook for a long time, but I must admit it has grown on me and I love keeping in touch with friends and family who live far away. I especially like reading their statuses throughout the day, which vary from sweet, to funny, to deep, to pissed off...lol. For those friends and family who don't live near me, and there are lots of them, Facebook can be a wonderful way to feel I'm somehow closer than I am. I do, however, hate all the applications that Facebook is filled with, and yearn to choke the next sheep that gets thrown at me!

Please watch the video...may it cause you to collapse in a heap of laughter. OK, that's carrying it a bit too far...but may it at least make you crack a big smile. :~)

One Single Impression: Blue Rain

This one came out very sad, but "blue rain" kind of led me in a melancholy direction. It got me thinking about what if clouds were the physical manifestations of everyone's worries on earth. I chose this painting because, despite the worry clouds, the moon still shines a comforting light down on it all. Painting by Matthew Hasty.



CLOUDS

Burdensome thoughts
Internal, sad rhythms
Casting shadows
So restless they drift
Like a soulful gloom
Floating in silence
Behind our eyes

Our loneliness lifts
Its thick halo of clouds
In one long whisper
Across moonlit skies
Haunting the bones
Of mountains, with
Lonely, gray musings
Lingering burdens
That glide

Fine-misted mantras
Over sharp pines and rivers
Dissolving to rain
In soft, slapping sounds
A recycling of pain
On dry, thirsty ground
Pulled from behind
Brooding eyes.

Sunday Scribblings: Toys

Photo found at Cute Overload.

What's meant as a toy

Becomes solace and comfort

To a soul in need