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flowers flourish bringing Spring.

Tip toe through the tulips-

by Emily H. Sturgill 5/6/15

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Tip toe through the tulips,

flowers flourish

bringing Spring.

My tabby

he’s lazy, yet smart

he enjoys the natural

surroundings – as he tip toes through the tulips…

looking for his next bunny,mouse, or bird

to “play” with.

He loves the chase and the hunt-

not enough warrior spirit to go

in for the kill

or no perhaps that is me.

He brings us presents half alive,

and I try to free as as many as I can.

It’s ruthless, reckless, dangerous-

yet even he knows how to

tip toe through the tulips.

He knows how to enjoy his day!

As Spring Flowers flourish the tulips eventually

will turn and tumble

downwards closing up their buds

dropping their petals

for the hot heavy humidity

of Michigan Summer,

just right around

the corner.

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Spring sneaks softly

Spring sneaks softly in…

like a brown field mouse

hiding from Cats.

likes a warm breeze in between

the gusty cloudy grey sky.

Spring sneaks softly in…

like an afternoon nap

fading slowly pass or

like changing the clocks

forward an hour

spring sneaks softly in…

like a sunrise you almost

missed out on while checking

your cellphone constantly,

or when you realize that sweaters

feel both too tight and too warm.

Spring sneaks softly in…

while we are busy taking

winter for granted and have

completely forgotten what Summer is all about?

Spring sneaks in softly…

with the clearing of blue skies

the beginning of muddy dirt pies

the trading of gray daylight

for ever expanding bright sunlight

Spring sneaks softly in like a thief among

tulips and windy breezes

Spring sneaks in.

Words Fall

Words Fall-Friday 3/13/15

by Emily Sturgill

Water falls

gushing into puddles

around my thick ankles

there is a secret sincere subtle

grace of cold water crashing down

an upturned face.

Water falls

into foam blasts of wetness

coating the cement, covering stones, crawling over pavement-

-this water

-this life

the way the water captures everything

a downpour of fierce

spring rain or

the terror of a spring flood?

this like water

is how my poetry

how my words

crash down

and

shout out.

When the Daytime is swallowed by the tongue of twilight:

When the Daytime is swallowed by the tongue of twilight:

by Emily Sturgill, 11/13/14

When the Daytime is swallowed by the tongue of twilight,

and the sun begins to sink

softly slowing it rolls

away shrinking in fear

from the Creature Wind

& the might of the chill

of Michigan’s November Twillight.

The Sun disappears into a Mist

of storm clouds and scattered snowflakes.

And yet the Moon, for her the time is just

not right.

Because, When the Daytime is swallowed by the tongue of twilight,

For hours the Moon, herself too, remains hidden,

out of sight, and grayness covers everything.

The grayness of twilight, envelopes the Sky.

The Stars hide too because of the crisp

November chill to the Air.

And,  When the Daytime is swallowed by the tongue of twilight,

you better hang onto your horses tightly,

you better take a deep breath & wait

as the Day becomes united

with the evening Sky,

and even the earliest Star twinkles upon

its own time frame

it glistens only with in

the limits of its very own

simple hourglass.

When the Daytime is swallowed by the tongue of twilight

that is when the Poems finally appear

whispering their rambling murmurs

indirectly in my ear.

the words rattle,buzz, and hum

complete nonsense

making no sense to anyone else but me.

They are not an audible presence but rather

a shape-shifting ghost of a thought.

I reach out for the words

at my brains edges and grab them up

like fists full of dirt.

When the Daytime is swallowed by the tongue of twilight

There is no better Muse

than the Kali Goddess with multiple arms

filled with twilight, nightfall, fading sunlight

disappearing Stars, a Self-conscious Sister Moon

and fist fulls of poems with edges

of dirt and roots

composed entirely of grass.

A sharpen spear, a skull with cross bones & a touch

of fear.

When the Daytime is swallowed by the tongue of twilight

You better be careful.

You better be nice. Don’t tread on that water,

it’s turning to ice.

There is no better Muse,

then a warrior Goddess, with many caring hands

to curl up the world and carry her

like a token favor won

in a feverish struggle between

Kali the Mother Goddess

and Kali the Goddess of War.

When the Daytime is swallowed by the tongue of twilight

I close my eyes.

I open my heart.

I feel the breath of a dragon.

I feel the chill in the air.

I open my eyes

and I close up my heart

Kail is here with me

She guides me blindly

into the direction

of Art.

.57          Note:  This  image was downloaded off internet, I downloaded it only for personal use-like a background image or screensaver- I have no copy write to this image- this is NOT one of my own Art pieces.

& unfortunately I misplaced what site or artist made this. I only am “borrowing” image because it is so very beautiful.

Red Blood Moon

Red Blood Moon

full until

it becomes

eclipsed into the

Dawn’s morning light.

the light eats away

the darkness of the night.

It ushers in the morning with

secrets beyond our sight.

As the blood red moon

controls the oceans tides

and deep inside our own

liquified minds.

The tug and the pull

until after when

the moon sheds its thick

skin and sneaks

quietly away

vanishes without a whisper

without a word

this theif of our night

is never heard.

Felt yes, but heard never.

She creeps silently away

as her cloak turns the pages

of a beautiful new day.

Autumn slides in

As Summer slips away

from frayed sunburned fingers

and children at play-

the weather starts to crumble

and Autumn slides in.

 

As Summer slips away,

the nights get colder

the wind gets bolder

the light begins to dim at dusk

when suddenly,

Autumn slides in.

 

As Summer slips away,

swimsuits get traded for sweaters

green leaves begin to spin

into gold, bronze, and red

as Autumn slides in.

 

As Summer slips away,

the thermostat gets switched from off

to on, blankets cover the bedsheets

and feeling a chill

we watch the sky just as

Autumn slides in.

 

Autumn slides in

to home plate as spectators all

begin the yearly cheer

Autumn slides in,

bringing us home again.

The price tag of Positivity

The price tag of Positivity
by Emily Sturgill August 5, 2014

Anger
is dreadful.
They say-only think
the shiny sparkle
of happy silver shiny
positive thoughts.

So I in turn
turn my Anger
inside out

focusing the pointy
raw sharp knife edges,
into my own Soul.

I bury this Anger
so deeply…
I have not got a clue
where does it go?

but it does not stay
gone long

the buddha once said,
Life is suffering
and to this I do
agree.

When things are happiest
and seem perfect,
you know that deep down
sooner or later

richer or poorer,
its going to end.

And if we don’t allow
our Big and Wide enough Hearts
to contain Sorrow-
how will Joy ever slip in?

Heart of Tears and Fire-oil pastel and colored pencils by emily sturgill 2014

Upcoming Free Kindle E-book Starts tomorrow!!!

My Volume Two of “Art! Art! Art! Before Words.” by Emily Sturgill (Jan 2014) will be available starting tomorrow August 6-August 10th as a free kindle download.
Here are some reviews:

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4.0 out of 5 stars A Delight of Imagery and Creativity…., May 12, 2014
By Michel Short “missmickeesunshine” (Seattle, WA) – See all my reviews
(REAL NAME)
This review is from: Art, Art, Art!!! Before Words.: Volume Two (Art, Art, Art! Before words. Book 2) (Kindle Edition)
“It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.”.. William Shakespeare

If “Art, Art, Art Before Words: Volume Two” was an oversized hardback, it would be considered a “coffee table book”. This slim striking colorful volume is a delight to the senses! With only one poem, a condensed autobiography, and over 40 images this is a very quick read; this chapbook continues where “Art, Art, Art Before Words: Volume One” left off.

Artist/poetess Emily Sturgill recalls her experience of attending college and completing her education with a serious mental illness (SMI). A brief chronological outline shows her milestones and academic accomplishments. With her husband Dean encouraging her, she graduated with a masters of education in art education and therapy from Wayne State University, Detroit, MI. in 2012. Ms. Sturgill lives in the suburbs outside Detroit with her husband and pets.

The poem: “Painting With Fire” is a joyful expression of creativity, beginning with a hearts desire. The rotation of the nightfall, shooting stars, passion and love, the dawn inviting a new day. Shakespeare is quoted from ‘Romeo and Juliet’ and ‘Hamlet’.

Some of the artworks are from Ms. Sturgill’s earliest college days (1996) to more recent times. My favorites include:
Detroit Landscape: photography.. 2002 ~ Building #3: photography.. 2002 ~ Church: photography.. 2002 ~ Dream: drawing/mixed media.. 1999 ~ Anger: pen/ink drawing.. 1996 ~ Funky Town: photography.. 2002 ~ Goddess: photography/montage.. 2002 ~ Self Portrait: photography/mixed media.. 2002 ~ Flat Planet June: photography/montage.. 2002 ~ Digital Goddess Montage: photography.. 2002 ~ Self Portraits: webcam.. 2014.

Many thanks, and much appreciation to Emily Sturgill for the paperback edition to this beautiful chapbook. I recommend viewing these artist chapbooks on color e-readers for better clarity of the images.

5.0 out of 5 stars I really enjoy Ms. Sturgill’s artwork, July 21, 2014
By socrates – See all my reviews
This review is from: Art, Art, Art!!! Before Words.: Volume Two (Art, Art, Art! Before words. Book 2) (Kindle Edition)
I really enjoy Ms. Sturgill’s artwork. She is a gifted writer as well and I enjoy her poetry books tremendously but it is also nice to view her personal art, some of which she shares in this book. I think readers will enjoy the art and text. I’m a fan of Ms. Sturgill’s work. I was pleased to have a careful look at Art, Art Art!!! Before Words. I recommend it to other readers, particularly art fans.

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