i smelled something burning when i was putting in the sky
this morning so rent with dreams
this curry cooked all night it seems
what is the bright green on this thermos
steel is grey, coffee is a special brown
sienna buried under umber and a reddish glow.
the sky is cerulean and ultramarine
don't overdo it
do i have to lose my mind
to find my way?
hope is not a strategy
prayer is a hopeless wish
this childish doing leads to bliss
and the devil's loving kiss
is neatly planted between
these dying eyes.
emeralds and lapis lazuli
will be the leaves sunburned into
rosey tipped clusters
half-way through this day
i am already in tomorrow.
now is always the right time
to call on hidden strength.
I_ArtMan
3:30 addendum. lunch time…
Poetic Painting indeed.The trees almost become delicate concious beings, interacting with the people in the painting. It´s like thoughts coming to live as nature :up:The poor painter is dragged through a rough proces by his own nature 🙂
Whoa! Bravo! Scott. Bravo indeed. :yes: "do i have to lose my mindto find my way?" Excellent!
moon, thanks for the comment. you are a true blue moon. :happy:
that's right nic…. you get it. 😎
I like their long expressive limbs :up:
Anonymous writes:lips to those who wish to give, arms to better reach them. framing my dreams as they fence reality from myself, and you, always needing without knowing, desire and measure the ways in which we can keep on finding truth between lies of lovers and hibernating memories at funerals.
Anonymorous writes:rocks are my feet that perch beneath me, mountains are my thoughts, the sky opens and freedom flies in touching the sweat and tears on my skin, replacing suffering with compassion. tenderness rises above our heads, looking in its direction we say things that others never dare.
Anonymorous writes:now is now and the time of strength is near, today as it must or tomorrow promises nothing. kisses may be planted only how fertile is the brow that overlooks my prayers to see if any take shape?
Anonymorous writes:not knowing, not seeing, only dying and birthing newness without the dirt under the nails or the lice in my hair, clean. fresh my spirit, flush my mind of its undesirable earth, become what every man longs but stand there unafraid of being discovered, uncovered from my cloak, pure.
Anonymorous writes:bound in black, splashed in colors, read nature and steal from its sounds the cosmic presence of high energies. mimic a moment to show yourself the comfort in the eyes of strangers but leave alone what is soft like copper. stay still in the silver breeze of god, resist disappointment.
Anonymorous writes:so few end our quench so little water transforms our drop of life to grow an ego in flights of passion. pulsing our blood across the rivers of wants, creating a future in midair while lunging forward, eyes closed, like deep sea divers in the mouths of our ancestors.
ron? sounds like my friend ron. 🙂 💡 good thoughts. :up:
Anonymorous writes:sweet thighs are yours, precious and golden each yellow tooth in morning light beginning my days in between the sleeping flowers and the dead grass of forgetfulness. humble the bees in their hive when smoke enters that spiritual space where the queens in their blueness sing their duets.
very beautiful Scott
thanks for commenting marie. :happy:
Scott, nice pictures and wonderful verse! I gues you was inspired by the sea:)
WOW :up: I don't know how to express my feelingsSo Lovely!
still working on it. thanks for visiting. soon finish. 😎
Hey to my favourite artman 😀 !Whoa! Now this one has me going! And you look to be in a very good place if the brush is a extension of your thoughts! Such a pleasing palette :)One question. "i am already into tomorrow"… Now, forgive my naivete, but I am taking the poem more as narrative and believe it came second, though probably hatched alongside the creative process. Does this mean you were up all night painting and perfecting?Explain this to us mortals…lol
Bleh i meant to say uncultured folk, not mortals…hahaha…
Oh and BTW I voted in your sidebar survey, putting "looked at front page." FYI I found the E-Shop wouldn't load — or was so slow in loading that I gave up on it. The other links load just fine.
now is always the right timeto call on hidden strength.wonderful! Your poem just gave life to the painting..
I think that might be the best poem I've ever read on painting. :up:
no no no leena. i like that. why do i paint except to make my spirit immortal?leena it's good to see you here… don't stay away so long next time. :happy:i am working both ends of the day now. have to start before breakfast, before anything… or i throw away all that fine morning energy with distractions. then if i am happy, i paint into the wee small hours of the morning. but that's not often. :coffee:
ed. thank you about the poem. i don't think i ever wrote a poem about a painting. plenty of thoughts about painting and credos. i guess i am swimming in it.now, that is invaluable information about the e-shop. i will study the situation. do you have cable or dial-up? i expect dial-up would discourage anyone. i know i wouldn't wait unless i really had to. then i would just go make a cup of tea. if it wasn't up by then, something would be wrong.anyway, that could explain why i have had only one bite since i built the shopping cart inventory, paypal e-shop thing.
Originally posted by Changing_woman:
ayesha, what a splendid thing to say. :happy:i guess, like dr. zhivago, i became a poet while learning to paint. now all i need is a job. 😆
hehe..I was misinformed…:pi re-frame my sentence now.Your painting just gave life to the poem…:p
cool. i get it… they complement each other. i think that may be why i like to tell stories and illustrate them too. :happy: