Your fields are monochrome faded
Blades of grass bleached by your treacherous bent
Paled petals loosened
Brittle branches fallen
Your fires have scorched the trees
Perilous gusts fanning
Rabbits tossed against barbed wire
Precious little can grow in your toxic soils
Where once I walked
I took a magnifying glass to your pearled perfection
Leaning close, inspecting pores
Was it beyond epidermal?
Then, with accidental intent
Angling a heated sun ray
Nerve endings responding to the celestial fire focussed
To remind you what it is to feel something
I found a poem I did not write
With my own hand, cruel words of spite
Addressed to you, I did not send
My shattered heart I will now tend
Yet every night, roused from my sleep
I’ll wake to paper cuts so deep
I found a song I could not play
And from the stage, I slipped away
Denying notes I’d surely known
Molto allegro now disowned
Yet every night, roused from my rest
The forlorn melody beats in my chest
I know so much of The Wandering Armadillo shall be my own work, but from time to time I will be compelled to share brilliance stemming from the arts. A small token of my admiration.
I adore this artist’s work! It is almost how I see the world and why I travel so slowly. Senses overwhelmed by the magic of it all. Absorbing every detail, with the saturated colours exploding.
May your day be filled with blasts of colour, scents of nature and a smile for a stranger. Enjoy!
Australian painter, sculptor and print maker Marie Jönsson-Harrison is known globally for her colourful and energetic “Naïve” and “Outsider” Art. Outsider Art, writes Gloucestershire-based artist, lecturer and art therapist David Maclagan (as I have already mentioned): refers, in a very open-ended way, to extraordinary works created by people who are in some way on the margins of society, and […]
via Marie Jönsson-Harrison: Naïve and Outsider Art in Paintings, Prints and Sculptures — On Art and Aesthetics
Thanks Tulika B, I love your articles!
via Daily Prompt: Impression
The subtle impression of your fingerprints on a glass
Heat long gone
A quiet hiss
Your whisper heard as if an evening breeze cajoling leaves
a once familiar voice
The sting of your signature cologne on my neck
Grazed by calloused touch
Residue of you
I have the great fortune of living in the sky, many floors high. Gazing West.
Every evening I observe an ever changing, dynamic interplay of currents that toss and tickle the layers of clouds. Celestial exhalations like God’s soft breath create unique patterns. Another beautiful sky tonight. Be mindful of nature’s exquisite elements.
Consider the sky.
via Daily Prompt: Unmoored
I find myself in restless sea
It carries me
I shall brace myself
against the nauseating roll
My bow is beaten
Salted rocks taken their toll