Tag: Poetry

I hide myself away…

Posted on Posted in UncategorizedTagged , , , , , Leave a comment

sketch1525692690890

Here, behind this computer screen, I hide myself away,  within the social media that connects us day to day. ..

I am in contact with the world which all around me spins, and yet I am so far away, real life no longer wins.

My mind I linked to apps and sites, I have to get my fix,           of whiz bang colours, cats and dogs and all those selfie pics.

My eyes see you on glass and chrome, my fingers tap the keys, you see me on your 4G phone. There is no known release.

I’m trapped within this modern fun, and never see the sun,  nor move where air is fresh and free, my life’s a lonely one.

Angel

Posted on Posted in UncategorizedTagged , , , , , , , Leave a comment

Sometimes I can be a bit soft hearted, soppy, I can’t think of the word to explain it. As I was drawing in Artrage oils this little drawing popped out of the screen do I decided to try and write a poem.

Sorry if its not hard hitting or current …maybe its a bit too like a hymn…

Angel flying so high,

You touch the sky…

Angel give me peace,

Sleep as release..

Angel sing sweet songs of love,

Give us comfort from above,

Angel glowing rainbow bright,

You are such a mystic sight.

Angel share with us your grace ,

Show the beauty of your face.

Angel please  do hear my prayer.

Keep me safe and free from fear.

 

IMG_20180731_184831_058

The live and dead tree

Posted on Posted in Sketching, UncategorizedTagged , , , , , , , Leave a comment

IMG_20180728_172922_812

The live and dead tree sits hard on the ground.

One twist of bark still attached…

Like Ivy clinging to the trunk,

Twisted knotted rope like round and taut.

 

Green leaves, large and serrated, sprout out,

Twigs and branches caught in the embrace,

Dead wood holds up life to the sun,

Wise, wide trunk so aged.

 

How did you die?

We’re you struck, hit, broken, by wind or storm?

Did you find disease in your skin?

Is the clinging umbilicus of your wooden baby your clone?

 

Your age is ancient, your body skeletal.

Your upper limbs and branches peeled of all skin.

But still you sit hard on the ground,

Immortal, in a way reborn.

Insomnia

Posted on Posted in UncategorizedTagged , , , , , , , Leave a comment

IMG_20180326_163254_350

Insomnia bites at my mind.

Makes sleep impossible,

Hides the remote to my dreams,

It gives no respite to my need to rest,

I am a prisoner held in its bright grasp.

Sleep, eludes, escapes, disappears.

5am ..the sun is rising on another day….

Shall I try again for a brief nap?

The click clack of the clock invades my ears,

Makes me hear the dawn chorus….

The radio susserating quietly by my bed…will I drift on …

Onto a narcoleptic ocean, softly, softly, gently falling…

AWAKE!

Light Dino

Posted on Posted in UncategorizedTagged , , , , , , Leave a comment

IMG_20180725_010342_318

You glow in the dark to light my way….

Triceratopsically whimsical

Moonlit Dino, horned and frilled,

plastic printed 3d pet.

Your noble stance hides a part of your leg.

Broken off foot, you hobble across the cattle grid trivet

On top of the microwave…

How do you light my way?

Unique l.e.d light, recharged through a usb port.

Your battery flat now after a night on the tiles.

Left on by mistake to light the way of hunting cats,

tigerish moggies that stalk their catnip prey…

So my millions of year old pal, I shall renew your light,

Recharge , rebuild, modern but also ancient

Dino, Tri, Cera, you are Tops!

Rain….

Posted on Posted in UncategorizedTagged , , , , , Leave a comment

20180720_103540

We saw a bit if rain at the weekend, but not enough.

RAIN

The Sun is shining, it’s not raining.

The air is hot, its not raining.

The fields are dry, its not raining.

The clouds are gone, its not raining. ..

No water, no clouds, no green, no flowers…

It’s not raining.

 

The reservoir’s run dry, its not raining.

The rivers are low, its not raining.

The canals are closed, its not raining.

The grass is burning, its not raining…

No fish, no frogs, no newts, no fogs,

It’s not raining.

 

The crops are withered, its not raining.

The cows are hungry, its not raining.

The sheep are thin, its not raining.

The moors are burning, its not raining.

No chill, no cold, no frost, no fountains,

It’s not raining.

 

The jet stream is north, its not raining,

The pressure is high, its not raining.

We cannot bathe, its not raining.

We cannot drink, its not raining.

Global warming? Climate change? More to come?

It’s stopped raining…..

 

 

Rejection

Posted on Posted in UncategorizedTagged , , , , , , , 14 Comments

IMG_20180617_131433_540

How to deal with rejection?

I entered three paintings for our local 3 Counties Open art exhibition, but yet again all of them have been rejected. I thought they had a good chance, but no, nothing. I’ve entered in the past and been successful on a few occasions. …maybe my idea of art is too different from anyone else?

I have not added photos if them I don’t want to remind myself…

It’s a hard thing to accept, I know its nothing in the middle of all the bad things happening in the world. But I feel a gut wrenching sadness…I’m clearly not good at this….

Thinking about it, really it is a personal choice by the judge’s. There is nothing in the entry form to give you a clue what they like, and in any case, I think art should be original not made for a criteria. I guess they didn’t fit in with the rest of the show. I don’t know if I will bother with the opening, I can be very self critical and I might end up getting upset.

So, I will do what I always do, carry on with my own ideas. Not get too despondent. Life carries on. I need to take a breath and relax, get over it and start over…

I try too hard

To make you see,

My art is mine, alone to me.

I know I am frustrated by rejection

But life’s like that,

I must temper my reaction.

My pain will be brief

No death here,

Just feeling bereft

Not shedding a tear.

I will carry on

I will go ahead,

My art is my own

I will not regret.

Xx

Liebster Award!

Posted on Posted in UncategorizedTagged , , , , , , , 8 Comments

Thank you, Cosistories for nominating me for this award! You’re awesome!  😀

The Rules

  • Thank the person who nominated you.
  • Answer 11 questions about yourself provided by you nominator—or 11 random facts.
  • Nominate 5-11 fellow bloggers with fewer than 1000 followers who you think deserve the award.
  • Create a new list of questions for your nominees.
  • List the rules in your post.
  • Let your nominees know of your nomination personally.

Cosistories questions:

  1. What’s the last blog post you read? Smw166, sueswhittles.wordpress.com
  2. If you could ship a fictional character to a deserted island populated by angry cannibals, who would you send? Spiderman,  he could  escape from them!
  3. Which one of your posts are you most proud of?
  4. Do you believe in ghosts? No, definitely not.
  5. Cats or dogs or rabbits? Cats of course.
  6. Bungee jumping or jumping out of a plane? Er …neither, I have vertigo!
  7. Have you ever read a book and thought, “Darn. I wish I wrote this”? Which book was it? The Colour Purple, so thought provoking.
  8. What is the best advice you’ve been given – writing advice or otherwise? Keep trying, practice really does help…from an art teacher. 

My Nominations

https://narysunku.wordpress.com/

https://suewhittles.wordpress.com/

https://phigella.com

http://dappledsky.com

http://jonamdall.com

My Questions (If you choose to accept them)

  1. Who’s your favourite artist?
  2. If you could eat your favourite food every day for the rest if your life what would it be?
  3. Which one of your posts make you feel happy?
  4. Do you believe in a deity?
  5. Cats or dogs ?
  6. Sea cruise or sky dive?
  7. Have you ever read a book all the way through without stopping? Which book was it?
  8. What is the best advice you’ve been given – on any subject?
  9. Science or Art (or both)?
  10. What makes you laugh?
  11. Poetry or prose?

 

Have a lovely day!

Slightly annoyed

Posted on Posted in UncategorizedTagged , , , , , Leave a comment

20180706_000455.jpg

When I got up this morning my husband had run a G gauge railway track across my new counters and cooker and was merrily sending a battery driven train backwards and forwards along it “to see if it works”. That combined with a bike in the bathroom because he had one stolen this week made me feel slightly annoyed. ..

I’m not very annoyed,

Not very angry,

Only slightly annoyed.

 

I’m not fuming, or hating,

Not loosing my temper,

Just a bit annoyed.

 

I understand his whims,

His eccentric dreams,

Just slightly annoyed….

 

Because he doesn’t ask, he assumes,

Because he does what he likes,

I’m slightly annoyed.

 

So he will move the track and train,

And I will not be annoyed,

Any more….

 

Well that’s a strange little poem… the kitchen isn’t my territory, we do share it. But I want it to stay nice. Is that so wrong?