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My eyes flood with tidal waves of tears.
Storm clouds have darkened my brows.
Salt tears course down my cheeks.
Time has flown, she is gone.
My sister – my twin.
Written and drawn at 4am. Things just got to me again and it seemed a good way of expressing myself.
Flashing like a beacon, connected in all different directions, emotions bursting out into the world. Thoughts spiralling. Pain, anxiety, calm, hope, dreams, fear, sadness all mingles. If I can find a thread to pull me through all of the entangled ideas. The tears keep falling.
Today I reached out and so many people reached back to me. I feel overwhelmed with their support. I need to hope things will improve. I think the friends I have made that hope more real.
Once I was two
Now I am one
I don’t know where
The other has gone
I am alone
I am so lost
My heart is stone
Turned into frost
I will go on
Into the world
Until one day
I will be gone.
Parquet floor in sunshine
Memory of a life drawing class
So many years ago
In my mind I’m back
Sitting on a donkey?
A wooden bench
Which was also an easle.
Drawing a figure
Bathed in light
Shadows cast
Shining parquet floor
I wish I could
Return to those days.
Who am I talking to?
Why am I here?
Do I bore you
With this blog.
Expressing myself
Sharing my thoughts
Or is it just an echo chamber
Like vanity publishing.
Do you want me to be here?
Or should I desist.
Stop all this?
I think I need a walk in a calm wood, something gentle and cool. A place with clear paths that are not overgrown and tangled. Somewhere for quiet thought and calm moods.
We may be going soon en plein Air to draw or paint at the Dorothy Clive Garden out in the countryside. I look forward to it, the quarry garden is depicted in the photo and it is a tranquil place for a visit.
Walk that lonely road,
Carry a heavy load
Head down with your thoughts
Tangled up and caught.
Never look around
Don’t listen to the sound
Of singing birds
Or spoken words…
They are hidden
And are unbidden
From you world
Mind unstirred
Alone.
Colours of the moment. Blue and yellow, sorrow and sunshine. Rock and air. Sun and cloud. Buildings in history, broken, and ruined. Life grows in the cracks. A maze, the Minotaur hidden. A ball of string to use to escape? Walls fall, golden stone and sea rushing in. My mind is lost in thought.
Mirrored photo from a couple of years ago. I think it looks quite alien. Like a three fingered monolith supporting a world floating above. Maybe a green environment in a space ship. Life held in stasis while the ship ploughs through space, ready to colonise a new planet.
I do like thinking odd thoughts. I clearly am interested in sci-fi. Breath of fresh air, green and powerful.
Spinning head
Twisting top
My mind rotates
it just won’t stop
Thoughts tumble
Round and round
My thinking fuddled
Worries sound
In my head
All around.
Lots of problems
in the world
Let’s make peace
Speak calm words
And emnity cease.
Mallaband-Brown