We speak in flowers
We gaze on life through art
We hear the rustle
of a song beginning to
play from a place we forgot
Tag: art
The Canvas
Strokes of madness.
Coral dreams; caves below the surface
of the sea reveal the hidden depths of you.
What was to be one now seems to be another.
The paint won’t quit.
Strokes compel you to go on.
Who is in control? The artist or the art?
The music moves you, and
the paint moves in original ways.
The sea calls, coral dreams come together,
and you have a painting worthy of yourself.
Artwork
A broken canvas
hurling gemstones
piercing the painting
Contemporary dancing
wildly moving inspiration
the wall and canvas collide
A dull one dimensional easel
the inspiration river flows outside
A broken canvas and broken gems
The artwork reveals itself.
River Art
A tree song
sung in the key of winter,
yet there is a melody here.
Her river art
is painted with romanticism,
yet her art is unclassified.
I stand still,
full of longing and sorrow,
yet she cheers me along.
C & K 