To Each His Own

A painting

colors…defined and chosen

restraint and darkness…heartache expressed

a canvas…sad and depressed

 

A painting

colors…scattered and released

Scampering light, heart shines with glee

A canvas…happy and free

 

A painting

colors…defined and scattered

chosen and released, heart tones content

a canvas…blended dark and light bent

 

A painting

colors…authentic and real

interpretation where paint meets

a canvas…leaving a mark to greet

 

A painting

colors…designed and covered

displaying internal dwellings through choice 

a canvas…the final result is voice

 

A painting

colors…conveyed and conflicted

between surface meaning and what lies below

a canvas…denied or accepted brushstroke flow

 

A painting

colors…predetermined and freed

ironically misleads strokes

a canvas…truthful or a lie to some a hoax

 

A painting

colors…skillful and refined

conviction through brush movement

a canvas…sacred and amazingly lucent

 

A painting

colors…traditional and original

limitations bring about imitation

a canvas…betrayal and trust destinations

 

A painting

colors…inspired and thorough

human connection seen in the eyes

a canvas…tells a story…no lies

 

A painting

colors…sentimental and tough

human desires of connection

a canvas…love and longing affection

 

A painting

colors…warm and inviting

defining the parameters left

a canvas…defining and inspiring deft

 

A painting

colors…balanced and unbalanced

positioning itself to convey and communicate

a canvas…message delivered…life to punctuate

 

A painting

colors…moving and timed

bringing light and dark flashes

a canvas…an revealed through crashes

 

Windswept

October 30, 2020

This is a portion of a watercolor painting I bought for $4 at a yard sale. Every time I look at it I am amazed. There was a tag on the back that said Peru. The elderly woman selling from her garage that day said that she picked this painting up at a street fair while in Peru. I wish I had asked more about it.

Tip of My Pen

 

As the tip of my pen touches the page

I wonder what the value truly will be?

 

Will there be a cost felt with each stroke,

with each letter, with each word,

with longings waiting to be heard?

Will separated hearts appear

and lost journeys be brought near?

So much held, so much given up,

strained and sifted onto a page,

overflowing…waiting

experienced wisdom and sage?

Independence and partings

live at the tip of my pen,

where all good stories

start or come to an end.

 

As the tip of my pen touches the page

I know what value there will be

a closer look at what is held within you and within me.

 

Windswept 11/26/2016