One upon one upon one
Varying hues to highlight
the wild side that lies somewhere in between
unseen in itself
but reflected when mixed
in just the right ways.
We move through days like tigers in fields,
searching for the next quarry,
knowing not what may lay in wait
to hinder the ease of the everyday,
subtle shades of passing days,
beneath the fullest moon of pinkish hues
we wait for the darkness to hide,
to become one wih the part we know so well,
to unite and be whole in and of our soul.
Still the trees will rise up to mark the passing sun,
the dial set to what will become,
ticking away like these thoughts that move
in their precision we are caught up
in the watching of what is,
knowing what will be as we sit idly by,
lost in the reverie of everything and nothing,
trapped in the cages built by the same hands that prison
we search blindly for keys
that sit just out of reach
fooled by the moon and her beauteous glow,
caught up still in what we know,
and what we choose to disregard.
So we climb higher looking still
and seeing the vastness of what lay before,
we wonder how to fly,
yet never daring to attempt to try,
fearful from each day that led us here,
we sit and watch
and then we gaze some more
baffled by this life,
never seeing the true reflection
from the layers we’ve added
and gathered
and buried
and what was is now foreign and new
confusing us by the coating
of spots instead of stripes,
torn apart by the clever
we gaze up above
wondering what
exactly
has happened.
Thoughts on a very long day, the full moon, the writings from others who touch us just so, and the hope with each day that comes, will bring the peace of answers we seek. All good my friends, tired and awaiting the moon filled sky….perhaps to tell me why? Why what? you may ask? With a smile she says, darned if I know😊💜🙏🏻☮
patience
Painting life
Blending the colors just so
creating the perfect shade to suit the soul
adding a little of this
a little of that,
testing to ensure proper hue.
Like life if applied too heavily
easily thinned out a bit as the hand moves,
delicate curves to add shade and dimension
a little dilution to achieve the effect desired.
To be content in knowing we can go back
correct the mistake gently
easing the lines into a quiet blend
like a sentence spoken through silence,
the perfect specimen found through diligence,
patience and harmony in each stroke
I see this creation like life in its own way,
always changing
like mood that can be softened with the right touch,
as the water moves the mark across the cotton
I see what I feel
was a calm and quiet peace.
Day number two of my watercolor class and I found time disappearing as I lost myself in practicing the techniques taught, creating the perfect shade I wanted and leaving with my mind lost in a quiet place, pondering the sun upon me as I drove away and just enjoying the moment and happy for the lesson. Peace and blessings, K
Empty spaces
I stood before the blank canvas,
dirty walls waiting for words like graffiti to adorn
the scarred semblance of what once was
uniform indifference of childhood art
hard to discern
yet valued beyond measure.
Waiting in the cage trapped
eyes like the pained dog that cries in silence
hardship so easy to remedy
understanding so hard to embrace
as it is as it was
and the slate waits for the hand to take chalk
to draw the dream that still waits
after time wasted
the mind tired.
What is it that we do to inspire a heartbeat,
a pulse in rhythm,
music of the soul
that waits below the surface waiting for release
yearning for the moment to be free to be
and the moment comes
as we sit unsure where to move to next
left to right in this waltz of life
and as it returns to the same beat left behind
finally moving
flowing like the waves that waited for their name to be called,
to step up to the moment and wash away the past,
to ride on boards of thoughts
we surf the universe
we capture the stars in our hands like confetti
that falls as the celebration comes to its end
and we hang on dearly to that last little piece
afraid to let it go
to forget this moment
yet still happy for being in the moment
and at peace for the release.
I pray tonight my internet issues have come to their conclusion. It has been traumatic to me to say the least, just ask the Mr., but I pray I wake tomorrow to find my clean slate, the universal world synchronized and moving at its pace and that no more rising blood pressure will find me. I have missed a lot of catching up, having to clear my inbox of so many of you left to catch up on, and for that I apologize. Technology has never been my strong forte and from here on out I hope to be back to normalcy, God willing and the creek don’t rise I think is how the phrase goes. I’ve missed you, I’m back and tomorrow is a new day waiting….let the rhythm of life resume its pace, and leave me a happy woman once more. Peace and love and to all of my new followers, if I haven’t responded, unfollow and refollow and I can find you once more. ❤ K