Courting My Heart

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I learned to love to paint. My hands trembled the first time I picked up the brush. The lack of color left my thoughts white and afraid to be coated. Today, as always, I question what my paint palette should be. I wonder what color fancies my heart?

I once dreamed of names for my children in high school, thinking of a man I would marry. So why can I not decide today, what color suits my mind? Does not Calvin weave water into ice cubes and Raina forever lick salt from frothy cheeks? Then my heart should beat blue and spill red.

“Color directly influences the soul. Color is the keyboard, the eyes are the hammers, the soul is the piano with many strings. The artist is the hand that plays, touching one key or another purposely, to cause vibrations in the soul.”
Wassily Kandinsky, Concerning the Spiritual in Art

As I watch a day progress to the blackness of mourning,
I sit trembling
horsehair brush in hand
tickling my heart with story
and dreaming of my friend.

 

 

 

am i not always giving advice

encouragement of sorts

to be

better in everyday existence

and as you succeed

it makes me happy watching you walk away

independently from these arms that strangle

push you down, hold you tight

wrangle dreams from your mind

so i will would never lose you.

Mirrored Reflection

I have been listening to conversations. What would others think of the words you speak? Imagine the reflection you mirror.

Two  friends spoke, or rather gossiped together over coffee, “She only works part-time now that she quit her other job.” The other replied, “Really?! Why would she do that? She had such a great job.” “For her kids.”

Life is fleeting. Our values belong in our heart, safe from ravenous wolves. All we take from this life is the love of family and joy from loyal friends.

“Watch out for false prophets. They come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ferocious wolves.” Matthew 7:15

“No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.”   Eleanor Roosevelt

What will be your heritage? Seek and travel the chosen road.©