Beneath it All

underneath it all
lies our earthly remnants
scattered around
bits and pieces
glittery, transparent, translucent and dim
drips of silver and celadon
shards of purple lilac rain
notes of melodic romantic bliss
that entrance us wholly
poets of an earlier age
that told of heroes and stalwart women
and those of now
that look within us
sly wolf eyes upon us
owls from the trees that swoop down
and pierce us and take us away
to nowhere and everywhere
animals tell us where we’ve been
and where we’re going
to nowhere and everywhere
i can tell you now
I’m going to the moon
where chocolate tastes like ice

Pussycats Painting

I love the way Sandra illustrates animals.  If you want to check out more of her work,  check out the following link:   Sandra Boynton, Artist

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I love this drawing by Sandra Boynton!   The composition is dynamic. She uses 6 or so colors to illustrate this piece.  I like the different positions of the two cats.  The “girl” cat is focused on preciseness whereas the “boy” cat is dancing on top of the paper.  This cartoon says a lot about the whimsy of cats and also makes a statement about the differences between girls and boys as they’re learning to do tasks.  That’s not always so clear cut, of course.  It also illustrates different styles of painting/drawings. One type is a person that likes to “paint within the lines.”  Another type just likes to “let it all hang out.”  Go with the flow.  Both styles are important and appropriate; it depends on what kind of image you’re working on and how you feel at the moment.


Two Wolves in a Balkan Castle

PTDC0271This piece is based on a photograph of a Serbian castle.  I was in Sante Fe, New Mexico, in December, a couple of years ago.  Since I was in New Mexico, I started thinking about wolves again.  I like the watercolor because you can see the sky through one of the windows.  I also like the two perspectives of the wolves.

The Remains of Life

Life’s detritus

An acorn from a Johannapark oak

Stones from the Black Sea

Florida seashells

A torn poem

Crackled cassettes of

My father’s favorite songs

Letters from you

There’s a map of Prague

With my favorite spot in the city

Circled in red

The Ship

I am the ship

that goes from port to port

gazing at beauty from the water

chugging through waters


looking at gardens

with their cabbages and zinnias

wading through weirs

pedestrians walking above

listening to the whistling of the birch leaves

reminding us of precious ones gone

I am the ship

That lands at your feet

The Garden

late summertime

ruby throated roses of sharon

bee loving blossoms

been two or three years

since I planted them there

finally, this summer, they bloomed

peppermint tubs

portulaca swinging baskets

bee loving lavender

planted terry’s moonflowers

and a random gourd

surrounded by violets

davey’s pink rose bloomed

like it has since 1994

in the south of the county

the moss has spread

throughout the years

to the west towards the water

it’s a pleasure

to sit in the oasis

and gaze around

at the gourds

and the lanterns

plus the water;)