I sketched my meditation this morning To see the nature of my thoughts Letting the pencils flow where they wanted I sketch flat in a 2D view Don’t know how to draw 3D Must be how I see the world I speak a little French But only in present tense Must be how I hear … More Sketching Meditation
In a studio each day with the corps de ballet Then a teacher for children struggling to read A single mom of a son with no experience with boys Those identities, impermanent A technical writer penning Help for app users A designer for professors putting courses online A stay-at-home mom while their dad traveled for … More Impermanence
Bare limbs on trees seem to tickle the winter sky heavens laugh with earth while the moon plays peek-a-boo with wandering wisps of clouds The haiku portion of this tanka was inspired by a rare sunny day where the branches of the tall trees swayed before a contrasting blue sky. The last two lines of … More Playful Cosmos [tanka]
Amazing art breathes through me Extending me its energy In waves of chatter-cleansing That fill a void with beauty Of silence I have been going to an art therapy workshop on Wednesdays at the Karmanos Cancer Treatment Center in Farmington Hills, MI (USA) for a couple of years. It provides a creative outlet for … More Art Breathes Through Me
Becky’s back yard is full of growth tender young trees beneath old oaks thrusting their branches to heaven From my writing room window, I see only a patch of the yellow green field of my own back yard but Becky’s back yard offers a full performance – The daily drama of a mother raccoon teaching … More Becky’s Back Yard
Two elms, siblings, grew tall together for years side by side near my window One became ill and died last year, the other in grief died this spring A carver of wood was invited to see latent art within the dead stumps Now two great blue herons stand tall together looking up to the future … More Afterlife
Tawny leaves rain down pirouetting as they fall in an autumn dance Image is an original watercolor painting by LuAnne Holder.
In writing a poem I am the absence of the poem When I write words more words fill in the spaces between those written words This is one reason why I write to see where I am not any more so that new words, new combinations of sounds can reveal themselves to a metamorphosing me … More The Alchemy of Art
Upon Monarch wings across many boundaries steadfast hope endures through cocoon and chrysalis of fourfold generations This drawing and tanka are another page on the topic of hope for the traveling visual journal project. See Potential for the first entry.
When you look upon an empty page can you see potential art – a poem, a painting, a doodle or a story, a creation waiting in hope that you will be the catalyst to bring it to fruition? Every block of stone has a statue inside it and it is the task of the sculptor … More Potential