I escaped the news last week...

I Escaped the News Last Weekend

I escaped the news

last weekend, wanting a world

  with everything

set right; I returned to the

sleepy beach hideaway of

  my youth

Tumultuous waves

rolled over one other,

going nowhere really -

Cold rain slapped my face,

drops ran down my neck;

the wind meowed around me.

Unoccupied worn

cedar-shake homes welcomed me,

  the hamlet asleep,

but for a blurred red street light

The drive was well worth 

the time to capture 

one quintessential sunset, 

one to ride horses

straight into!

Unyielding dunes clung 

to sea grass. I breathed in so

deeply the salty sea air

Theoretically, my

fearful thunderous 

thoughts subsided and I felt 

beyond carefree.

Feet to a fire, a cup of

mulled apple cider 

added to the ambient quiet

Conceived of literature

and art in my heart,

I channeled Hemingway and

 Picasso; I wrote, sketched and

painted through the night 

Ultimately, 

I am taken aback how 

truly, I now see, 

birth overcomes death 

...every day

and I am the only one
in my way

This Friday is Open Link Night over at dversepoets.com   Click if you would like to read more poetry

from the group.

Moody tides...

Fun to put together this little piece of art for Photo Art Friday
this week.  We are asked to write a 7 word sentence that describes our life experience in 
relation to our art or craft..how we became who we are.  And then we must create photo art to illustrate that sentence.  I knew right away what I wanted to do; of course 
it had to include the ocean.  



Without going into a lot of detail, I feel life has coddled me, 
tested me, changed me, molded my talents to the point where they are reaching their 
peak in my (eek) senior years.  True for all of us...as the sand and waves beat the seashore over time,  rocks, shells, sand dollars are smoothed to reveal their true beauty, diamonds their shine.  When discovered 
by human hands, they are treasures with 
ridges and buffed sides, not perfect, but fresh, original, unique.   

If one has natural abilities, all the better, as they will get 
 ahead in life using those skills.  For a lot of us it's about re-discovering creative outlets where 
before there were too many restrictions or other obstacles.  So, like my mother who tried all kinds of vetures later in life after raising four children, I am an
 amateur.  Some of the soaps she created looked like rocks, the Wise Men she made for Christmas
 out of burlap, plaster of paris, pieces of felt and sequins were hilarious  ;-)

 She painted birch trees almost like Grandma Moses and made 
a needlepoint tapestry of animals in a forest, the bunny much larger than the bear and the
 scale of the scene was, well, interesting.  She was a great Girl Scout leader, so we  made all kinds of crafts that she taught us...unusual ones.  She was an avid reader, with a few artists on her side of the family tree. She tried her hand at writing poetry and probably would have been a great photographer had she the technology of today.

So, here I am, like her, finding pleasure in dabbling in 
small projects that might be appreciated by another, or not.  A talent I once wanted to pursue involved a desire to be a doctor + interpreter and work with Albert Schweitzer, but I won't go on....
Have a great weekend!

Farewell

The sea beckons me
ebbing gold ruffles recede 
I want to linger
 not say goodbye to summer

by klr

Continuing with the same theme of color and and the soft hues of my last post, I've been wanting to share this with anyone who has not seen it yet.  I think it sends an optimistic message; there is light after darkness, calm after rough seas, and clouds do have silver linings.  This was painted by the late Senator Ted Kennedy (1934-2011).