I am the moonthe moon is mewe hide in daylight,slivered, until webecome full I am the moonthe moon is mewe wax and wanebut always come backfull cyclean eclipse may disrupthere and there butmostly the change is constant I am the moon the moon is mewe reflect the worldin which we exist and make shimmering sunlightupon … More Moon and Me
cool August morning prelude to hot afternoon ephemeral breeze Graphic is an original watercolor painting.
Language is painted with brush strokes of silence – paused punctuation between sentences, breath of white space between words coating of what is said that envelops what is not said Silence, hear it to know how to listen This poem was inspired by Hearing Silence in Tricycle. Photo courtesy of Pixaby
Rains in spring turn puddles into rainbows even a single bead of rain landing on a budding tulip’s leaf reflects all the colors of our world Though I walk in springtime puddles sunlight seems to follow me as a shadow of kaleidoscopic hues Day Twenty-two prompt: Write a poem that engages with another art form. … More Watercolor Rain
I used to watch my babies dream curious about their dream worlds dreams they couldn’t tell me about pre-language dreams As I grow old and forgetful will I revert to infant-dreams full of colors and feelings beyond a world of words? Graphic is an original painting of a dream catcher done in watercolors and Sharpie
Emma is the color of blood that seeps through an opened vein. Abby is vanilla like melting ice cream in a bowl. Nora is sepia like Grandma’s chestnut chifforobe. Olivia is yellow like forsythia in spring. Payton is coffee brown with cream and sugar added. I am periwinkle peppered with neon pink. We meet to paint … More Colorful Personalities
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
liquid words drizzle on a watercolor day drops of haiku rain Photos and watercolor from LuAnne Holder’s collection
Have courage, dear one, to start a riot, a sloppy mess of sweeping sketches. Sprawl courageous strokes that spill right off the paper. If the axis of a new creation does not spring forth from the chaos you’ll still have scattered scraps of play to later feast your eyes upon and say, “Well, look. … More Riot of Courageous Mess