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Category Archives: personal life
Here between my easel and I:
What does lie,
here between
my Easel & I?
apathy
empty
blank white titanium
flat canvas
and I
am ever the Greatest-
procrastinator, it seems
of all time.
What does lie between,
my Easel and I?
a heightened sense of imperfection.
tears of frustration
of hesitation
they run down my face
almost invisible,
as if I am only crying on the inside
for my cheeks lie
both bare & dry.
But the true color of my tears,
are those of unspent, built up:
cadmium yellow hue,
alizarin crimson streaks,
dabs of cobalt blue
puddles of pink & purple
and shades of
burnt sienna.
Acrylic shiny colorful tears
that refuse to budge or give in,
tears that refuse to splatter
shatter the ground
and fall
like broken ideas at my feet.
What stands between my easel & I?
Pented up emotions.
Broken Daydreams.
Unspoken fantasy.
Un-Spilled milk running,
like unspoken poetry
and unpainted starbursts
of foggy, hazy, unspent
lately-
the ghost of my
own creativity.
For the love of Animals…
For the Love of Animals,
all kinds
the Big, the Small, the Fat
or Skinny
the ones who are Tall.
All the critters
and creatures
who bless me
daily with their loving
gentle presence.
I cannot imagine my
Life without
my fur-friends.
They give, give, give
so much of themselves
without asking much from us-
some food, some water
a belly tummy rub
or a scratch behind the ears.
For the Love of Animals
is one thing I am
deeply most grateful.
They understand beyond our words.
They understand our hearts
without us trying to explain.
They bear a simple wisdom and
a lovely loyal kindness.
They bear a simple wisdom
and a lovely loyal kindness.
They simply Love Us.
For the Love of Animals,
all kinds
the Big, the Small, the Fat
or Skinny
the ones who are Tall.
All the critters
and creatures
who bless me
daily with their loving
gentle presence.
I cannot imagine my
Life without
my fur-friends.
