Quiet

You might find Quiet gazing out savoring a sunrise lips upturned slightly as she draws on frosted panes You might find Quiet laughing listening with her skin offering soupçons of affection when it’s least expected Inside the heart of Quiet a faint thunder rumbles pregnant with adventure as life sparks ripple out   I am contented, … More Quiet

Perhapsing

A woman sits alone, a cane her only companion perhaps she is resting her legs a bit before going to market perhaps she is waiting for her lifelong lover to meet her in the gardens perhaps she’s remembering a time long ago when they sat at that place and first kissed perhaps the flowers inspire … More Perhapsing

Afterlife

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

Potential

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

Calico Garden

In the calico garden where bolts line up in even rows of pristine potential she touches the textiles to feel the cloth speak then picks indigo blossoms tilled in a landscape of teal She’ll cut and pin and stitch together a new shirt to get wrinkled and worn and possibly torn fulfilling its purpose to … More Calico Garden

Spring [haiku]

on tender branches buds, tiny teardrops of blood ripe with latent fronds This haiku was inspired by a budding tree I encountered on a walk in the park. Special thanks to Michael Richards at A Center Line for encouraging me to push beyond my boundaries and use my own artwork to illustrate my posts. Enjoy his … More Spring [haiku]

Perhapsing

A woman sits alone, a cane her only companion perhaps she is resting her legs a bit before going to market perhaps she is waiting for her lifelong lover to meet her in the gardens perhaps she’s remembering a time long ago when they sat at that place and first kissed perhaps the flowers inspire … More Perhapsing

Calico Garden

In the calico garden where bolts line up in even rows of pristine potential she touches the textiles to feel the cloth speak then picks indigo blossoms tilled in a landscape of teal   She’ll cut and pin and stitch together a new shirt to get wrinkled and worn and possibly torn fulfilling its purpose … More Calico Garden

Potential

It sits inside an unfilled basket, a table set for dinner. It lies upon the open hand waiting to be held and holds its breath, a ten-count pause that stills a voice from anger. It waits upon an uninked page, and virgin canvas patient on an easel. It’s poised behind the heavy velvet preceding a … More Potential