Watercolor world

Dripping from the palette

this watercolor world slowly blending

into colors of the emotion

coming together in beautiful unison,

an artists touch of thoughts

expressed on parchment weathered,

her life unfolded through her memory

captured and hung

a moment of her life

movement bleeding from pigment.

Changes in hues of yellows to blues

roots grown in deep so strong

yet the sense of floating amidst the falling

and being a part of the view

as the wetness dries becoming

a dash of echoes broken yet together still,

and how I longed to be the hand

that held the portal to create

the majestic find of a universal truth.

Beautiful art: Anna Armona Watercolor Painting

Treasured

What is it there beneath the lid,

creaking wood of memories crypt

remembered scent and sound of days

so far gone by,

useless bric-a-brac hovering

on the edge of a thought

almost forgotten,

but not quite yet.

Are there stories in there lurking beneath dust,

has it been ages since the light has seen

these images of yellowed tattered remnants

of broken hearts and letters from loved ones

now gone into the ethereal skies

waiting without another chance to be,

or to whisper a final goodbye.

Are there fragile pieces wrapped in silk,

tucked in gently lest they break from handling,

a feather from somewhere on travels afar

or rocks in shades of mysterious caves,

reds and grays,

stacked upon books saved for rainy days,

what treasure is there

buried in your mind,

words left to find

to write,

to live a life of their own

to be shared,

to be gathered and loved.

In soft smiles

I pluck them out one by one

petals falling to the ground

still beautiful but too far gone

one by one I lift each petal,

softly smiling as I smell their scent.

I gather the nicest of the petals in my hands,

carry them through the room to the half opened door,

the steam of the shower greets me

along with “is that you”?

and then laughingly he says,

“I’m glad you’re not a robber.”

Because he’s armed with nothing

except drops of water, a towel and a smile.

I toss the petals at his feet

decorating the bath mat with loveliness,

as he looks at me a bit bemused

but what’s a girl to do

when a hand full of beauty

is all that now remains of these stemmed wonders,

he laughs softly and I smile,

I gather them up as he stands and watches,

and the humid air hangs

like the sound of our day,

little things to make him smile,

I had no rose petals,

but the tired tulips will do,

just for you ❤

He (super hubby) told me to buy some new flowers while I was out shopping and when I returned and began pulling out the dying tulips out of the vase that had only lasted a few days, they fell apart all over the counter. I gathered the petals up and when he was coming out of the shower, scattered them at his feet with a chuckle. I think he enjoyed my fun humor, and the new flowers have now taken over in the vase. Hope they last a while longer, much cheaper too. Have fun my friends, smile, laugh and love. K