camera

share your smile
let your voice carry
in silence, your whisper
burns in to my heart
i bury my life with you
saw the sun shine through
the winds… feel them blow
around us and we twirl

twirl until our wings no longer fly…

certainly no poem is ever finished… at least not until i am no longer able to change, erase, recite, replace

this view from my eyes…

i am not neglecting you. personal musings unleashed.

Sorry i have not had time to peruse your blogs. I am usually quite attentive. Of late i am swirling in personal obligations. Life is happening… again. I am fully alive and grateful to have passed through ten years of darkened days, oft taken for night. Days of sleep are now past. I am busy setting up a home in Massachusetts. Last week was spent in Cape Cod while our red oak floors were refinished. The floors are beautiful again. I am feeling beautiful too! 😍😘😊

Never have i felt so at peace. Not since Christmas 1990, when finally in 1995, i was awakened to grace and forgiveness… my rollercoaster emotions in 2008 took me drowning in feels of self-defeat. Grief. Guilt. Despair. A season of MDD with psychosis set in. Luckily minds change. So mine is too! For the better. A healing is happening in this house move.

I will get to your blogs. In time. I have not forgotten you. You matter. I will be by soon enough…

some of my time spent in art galleries…

Share your Story

Join Cee this Monday, July 9, 2018 and share your world…

What would you name the autobiography of your life?

Meet Me Outside

Which do you prefer sweet, salty or buttery? 

Salty.

What’s the finest education?

Although experience is the greatest teacher, it is often harsh. Reading living books as per the Charlotte Mason philosophy. One can survive reading a book.

What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week?

Spent yesterday with a friend at the Institute of Contemporary Art/Boston, showed off my house and met her sister and brother-in-law.

Sewn (reblog)

I dabble in photography and this blog i share (see link below) always satisfies when read, with varying ways photos impact. Click link to see work displayed. This particular post is especially drawn to me as a quilter, lover of fabric and the process of piecing together lives.

“For over a decade, Sewn has taken shape from altered, chopped, merged, and recomposed photographs. …

By engaging with the photography in this way, I create work that deals with the notions of truth in photography and its impact on identity. Using family photographs and those from my family’s past albums as material for the work, the resulting imagery tells a “new truth” with reimagined memories, situations, and experiences.”
— Read on photolicioux.wordpress.com/2018/06/20/sewn/

at the altar.


Exit left… continues. 4/25-6/22/18

pieces exist
all about
to afford
the chance
i be found
beneath rubble
kicked aside

Merry-go 4/25-6/22/18

lost
and wild
she twirled around
the story ever changing
each token took to spoken
unbound

Silence engulfs. 4/25-6/22/18

why i am
i am not here
to garner attention
i am here
to figure me out

in a public fashion
i stride toward the shore
words splash against my skin

life of sin
and so much more

control the message

it really is
all about control
if i lose control -of myself
you certainly will try
to control me

Like this lady, i enjoyed my day at the Museum of Fine Arts. It was the last weekend of a Klimt/Schiele exhibit i did not want to miss.

My fav Klimt drawing exhibited. The innocence and vulnerability of humanity, caught in lines of fragility.

My fav Schiele self-portrait exhibited. I feel like this myself, most days. Miserable with a hint of reprise!

seeking a writing partner(s)

Do you like writing with others? Need a sounding board? Want to polish your works “before” you release them to the eyes who read your blog? (i am guilty of publishing everything and anything and need discipline.) Then I encourage you to contact me promisegardens@att.net because i am searching for such a person or persons.

First, i should warn you i am highly introverted, never finish a project (but really, really want to publish a book of poems) and get off on long tangents which eventually never resemble what i started. I am currently in-between homes, not organized, have none of my writing or painting tools (the longing for them is burning through the layer of clothes) as they are stored away.

There are positives. I am still passionate about creating with words and color. I am a great listener, so if you need to get something off your chest…. I am married so i wont be needing anything from you except time and a love for poetry, abstract art, photography and listening to the sound of hope.

So what are you waiting for… i am here!

A snippet of what i am currently writing…

I am riddled with holes

as parts of me

begin

to leak out

upon the hard wood floor

a wide-planked pine

circa 1874.

I have been told, countless times, i am archaic. So if that doesn’t scare you, i am game. 😍😘🎶🎶🎶🕊

take my breath, too

Need to take a break. Feeling twisted up inside. The world is draining me of any sanity i had left but grateful for this beautiful painting that drew my breath and his generosity to let me combine it with my words. The poem keeps expanding. And changing. But for now it rests as is. ❤️🕊

fated splash

boulder or pebble

matters not

heave the edge

saturate the salt rock

interwoven crystal path

we walk upon

take my hand and lead the way

where hearts rest in peace