Tiny paintings

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This is a couple of years old and about two inches by one inch. I’m thinking of doing a few more of these for a craft fair, and to cheer myself up! I have a small commission to do and I can’t drag myself out of my current low mood. In any case I’m OK really, just need to get myself sorted out. Painting helps me feel better, calmer, or excited and happy.

Paint ain’t a bad thing

gets your mind working.

Paint is a pleasure

and a little bit frightening.

Creating your ideas,

putting them down

on paper and canvas.

Drawing out my mind

with colour and texture.

Life can suck,

but paint can pull you back,

giving a solution and reason to be.

 

Play your beautiful tune.

Notes bright and fast,

now slow and low,

up and down and round.

Vibrating strings,

music arching about.

Liquid notes,

that hold the mind

In thrall of sorrow or beauty.

Such wonderful feelings

stirred by movement,

bow drawn over strings.

Takes mind in hand

a merry dance

all through the land,

We jump and prance,

gives joy to all around!

 

 

 

Wishes

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Oh wish tree, oh wish tree.

What can you do for me?

Can you turn the world around?

Can you make my life more sound?

Wish tree, wish tree

Make the world more clean and free,

Give the poorest food to eat,

Take away all cruelty.

Cool the worlds excessive heat.

Make compassion mandatory.

Ask the rich to balance out

The split between them and the poor

Make them pay a small amount,

Wish tree let them pay some more,

To make reducing poverty count.

That is all I really want.

Wish tree let my wishes free,

Give a chance for you and me.

 

Fairies flitting

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Leap up and fly

In the sky

Searching round

About the grounds

Of ancient house

Or garden, green

Faries fly.

They’re rarely seen…

They find the flowers,

Chase the wasps

Feed the bees

Have fairie tasks

Grooming beetles

Catching frogs

To ride around

The lake and ponds.

Never seen by mortal men.

They live in a fairie glen.

Enough of whimsy

My tale is done

The story, flimsy

But lots of fun.

(sculpture of a Fairy at Trentham Gardens, Stoke-on-Trent)

Can you know how I feel?

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Can you know how I feel?

The fog that ties me down?

The tight knots in my head,

A lack of wanting to do things.

My mind wanders away to rest.

Huddled in grey mist,

Finding solace in thought.

Do you know what I can do?

How I can break my bonds.

Feel lightened by relief?

A choice of turning in and tuning out.

Or hold tight until life returns….

Freeing me from these thoughts.