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.

Just being mortal

Just being mortal
Know that the end is nearing for all of us
Yet still having regrets and longings
After we’re gone there’s still love
Floating through the branches
And appearing through the drops of rain
Peering from a bloom of a sunflower
Like Clytie tracking Apollo and seeking his sister Artemis, the moon
Night brings Lanterns
Of fireflies and tweeting bats
Looking for mates and insects
Night also brings solace
For you and me
Morning comes slowly
Vivid hues breaking through the cracking sky
Hoping for illuminations
of our dreams

there’s a tree somewhere

Somewhere there’s a tree
That you loved and so admired
Maybe it dropped an acorn on your nose
And your mother laughed

Still it stood and was beautiful
Amongst the stones and beside the creek
That you watched stream along
Your toes while it flowed
Until it trickled in the summertime
down to the garden
where the gourds grew
tall some, curved until they dried up
near fall and then the vines dried
ready to harvest by early winter

for the next spring’s birds
to nest and twitter
around the tree that’s still standing
with the acorns that still fall
on your nose
while your mom’s still laughing
and giggling as she does