Tuesday, January 8, 2019

Art on My Wall














































































What is on your wall?
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Wall Hanging

This basket creation recalls a primitive time,
embedded in my heart of hearts,
It signifies a previous era,
and even though I was not there,
only a twinkle in my parents' eyes,
it yet imparts
I exist in a future sense.

 Another tense,
a timelessness.

Why does it impress me so,
when in time, I too,
will be long gone?
Perhaps, to know that I am,
is all, and there is evidence
from whence I came
which is strong,
I am immortalized.

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13 comments:

  1. lillianthehomepoet.wordpress.comJanuary 8, 2019 at 3:10 PM

    a time embedded within your heart now...as you look at this and understand you were just a twinkle in your parents' eyes....
    Is that driftwood that anchors the top and bottom? It's truly a beautiful piece...made all that more important as you understand how it beckons you. Isn't it interesting to look at things that belonged to our parents...and wonder what their everyday life was like, really like? I have a tiny tiny statue of a stork holding a baby...I think it's china....that was on my mother's shower cake when she was expecting me. I have no pictures of her pregnant....how I would have loved to see her then.
    I enjoyed this post very much. I am a knitter so I especially like artwork that is woven, made of yarn etc.

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  2. Kathy ReedJanuary 8, 2019 at 3:33 PM

    Thank you. It is made of dried reeds and deer antlers.

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  3. Frank HubenyJanuary 8, 2019 at 4:16 PM

    I like this thought: "there is evidence
    from whence I came"

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  4. robkistnerJanuary 8, 2019 at 4:30 PM

    Love your heartfelt words here, Yes, proof that we were here.

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  5. katiemiafrederickJanuary 8, 2019 at 8:50 PM

    SMiLes.. Before the
    Internet there was/
    Is 15 Minutes
    of Fame
    And Now
    PerhapS A Thousand
    or More Years if Trump
    Gets FiReD/iMPeached
    Before he
    Blows
    A
    Gasket
    Of The World
    As We KnoW iT aT LeasT..;)

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  6. Kim M. RussellJanuary 8, 2019 at 11:38 PM

    Is your wall hanging an heirloom, Kathy? It is so unusual. I enjoyed the musing on time in the lines:
    ‘I exist in a future sense.

    Another tense,
    a timelessness.’

    It’s interesting that objects can remind us of our mortality.

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    1. Kathy ReedJanuary 9, 2019 at 3:36 AM

      Thank you, Kim. No, not an heirloom. Handmade baskets in various shapes made of dried reeds and fallen deer antlers Feathers are added.

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  7. brudbergJanuary 9, 2019 at 12:34 PM

    There is something so wonderful about handmade things from the past... it does indeed tell a story of where we came from

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  8. purplepeninportland.comJanuary 9, 2019 at 1:31 PM

    So unusual and lovely. Must have a great background tale.

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  9. MargaretJanuary 9, 2019 at 3:12 PM

    textiles and nature - they are something that speak to me as well. Beautiful poem and art

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  10. Christine IrvingJanuary 9, 2019 at 9:20 PM

    I like the thought that we are immortalized simply by being a part of a larger weave - not by any of our own actions, thoughts, emotions. We don't have to earn immortality - it is our birthright - very interesting idea, thanks.

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  11. Okcheori RoselineJanuary 14, 2019 at 9:12 PM

    It sounds corny, but the best poems are the ones that come from your heart.
    Would you like to follow each other? If the answer is yes, please follow me on my blog & I'll follow you back.

    http://www.okcheori.com

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