Tagged: art
Glossy
It’s been a while….
Glossy
She learns how to become a cook
How to become a runner
Promises on how to become a better lover
All from just skimming the cover…
She falls for it
She tumbles
Stumbling on the shoestrings
Of her sneakers
That in reality,
just make her meeker
And….shall I even say
Bleaker?
Like a beacon
Of society that says
Here I am…
Look at me
I take notice
I read the cover Continue reading
Use Me
Suppressed
Suppressed
She drifted there
Buoyantly alone
The water gently caressing the known
Carrying her down the suppressed river
Recollections of her life made her shiver
She arose from her reverie,
Her backside wet from dismay
Her river of tears on display Continue reading
Abandoned
The air was frigid
Pungent with must
×
Lusty ruts
×
Odors of mold
Dingy confessions
Abandoned and untold
From her bleeding lips
Her wobbly hips
One good thing about being close to 40….
Eh?
Home
She is led under
As she wanders through the hollows of her mind
wondering what she will find
She stumbles upon memories of glass
That shine as bright as the suns first glow
Lined up in tidy rows Continue reading
What is Art?
“…that you were not engaged with us because of your person; because of the parody of work that you display as “art” are a taint to that which is pure and true.” – anonymous
So I received this in an email yesterday from a fellow artist that is involved in ‘supporting’ fellow poets and artists through different methods of group interactions, writing prompts, competitions etc.
Might I also mention this someone has reblogged my work multiple times and has also left kind, supportive and encouraging mentions on many of my poetry posts. So when I read the above comment I was completely shocked.
After much thought I have decided to leave this person anonymous and coming to this conclusion was a big challenge for me. I take leadership, image, honesty and example very seriously. I realize it’s not about the person it’s the idea of what art is that really got me going. Continue reading
Thread Barren
It’s over
It’s the end
I can’t do it again
Over and over
It seems
That the seams
Have torn
For the last time Continue reading