That religion tells me not to dance
in that country? Not a chance.
But I find the movement so entrancing
Nothing quashes me from dancing.
“Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic ’til I’m gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love”
painting by CD-W
daily word prompt: via Dancing
What do you do if you love fabric but can’t sew, want to paint but don’t feel like bringing out the oils and a large canvas?
I created this piece, “Books on the Beach,” for my granddaughter. I made these tiny books 3-D so she could actually look inside. The fabric in the clothes basket is real. Best part? I got both paint and glue on my hands! Yah!
Here’s a better view of the 3-D books:
Time to make one for my 2-year-old grandson!
Where do the red birds go when they die?
While keeping their colors, they blend with the sky
and swirl with the clouds in a free-form of flight
with feathers at peace, to the heavens alight
Authors note: Strange how this happened, how photography can be magic. I found the original photo on my computer. Yes, the cardinal is a yard decoration stuck in a planter against a stone wall. But how did I capture the below photo? At night, perhaps?
With a tad of photo editing, a redbird floated amongst the clouds and twirled the above poem toward my palm.
Here’s the original photo:
That’s a good thing. Bloggers are typically creative people who are flexible and think outside the box. They (YOU) are writers, painters, photographers, philosophers, and on. This weekend, I left Blogsville and went to an art art show where I met one of these creative persons, in the flesh, no less.
Although I’d much prefer to be doing art than viewing it, I’m glad my thinking returned to “the world belongs to those who show up” (author unknown).
So, I showed up and, not only did I find a kindred spirit, I learned.
Most of you know I’m a hoarder. That, too, is a good thing if you want to create mixed media art like Rebecca. I LOVED her stuff.
Here are a few of her pieces. Hard to choose but I think the last one’s my favorite. She reminds me of someone I know. 😉
daily word prompt: Prefer
There’s a place where poems live
a secret space well hidden
a road from nowhere
a road to everywhere
away from madness
away from strangers
where life,
with all it’s twists and turns
flourish and grow
The place where poems grow
a never ending pasture
of tiny sprouts watered
pruned
erupting into color
waiting for the author’s courage
to nurture more
to harvest boldly
I’d gladly spend more time there
to feel creative winds kiss my cheeks
smell the air left behind by inspiring rains
listen to the seasons
and taste the warmth of words
upon my tongue
I visit there sometimes,
my second home
I twirl and dance
run and play
find the words
find the meaning
and write the cadence
of a poem’s identity
And when I’m tired
I lay on the colored verses
stretch my arms toward the sky
twirl the clouds around my fingertips
and smile at their tickled laughter
All in that secret place
where poems live
photo credit
daily post prompt: Identity
First Movement : I started taking piano lessons when my kids were young. It was, you know, one of those things you want to try. As it turned out, although I truly enjoyed making sounds on the piano, I never could manage to really play.
Second Movement: Before Ludwig Von Beethoven was completely deaf, he composed “Quasi una fantasia,” roughly translated as “almost a fantasy” but better known as Moonlight Sonata.
Third Movement: Around this time, I was also taking art lessons. I wanted to draw something other than stick figures. So, I tucked a bunch of art classes under my belt.
Fourth Movement: I watched a a movie about the great composer who left his estate to his “Immortal Beloved” – also the name of the film. I love this movie! Especially 2 particular scenes – the one at the end (you’ll have to watch), and the one where Beethoven, in his later years, plays Moonlight Sonata with his head rested on the piano so he can “feel” the notes.
Wrapping up this Composition:
So, I took a screen shot of that particular scene. (A great idea for practicing artists)
And made my own interpretation.
As I assumed all along, we can’t all be Beethoven’s.
But in our own ways, we can play along.
(Even if it’s a play on words)
Is it high fashion
if my hairdo is green
or the pig purse I carry
is aquamarine?
Do you care if my hat
doesn’t match with my shoes,
If I hula my hoop to
a song meant for blues?
“Ma’am do you mind? Get down from that cow!”
“Yes, sir. I do mind. I’m writing right now!”
Is it high fashion
wearing miss-colored socks,
put shoes in a drawer
instead of their box?
Who in the world
wants to follow a crowd?
It’s boring and fruitless
and often too loud.
Unfashionable fashion
it suits me just fine
Keep up with the Jones’s?
A dull story line!
Rebellious? Creative?
You’ve nothing to fear.
Confirm your grandeur
and read article here.
Daily Word Prompt: Fashionable
Top Photo: Artist Zurab Martiashvili: “Unusual ride”
When she told me NOT to throw away the moldy orange, I questioned her sanity.
Why in the world would we want to keep this tainted fruit within arms reach of four-year-old children? And why would I, the 24 year-old teacher with a degree in Early Childhood, listen to my 56 year-old assistant teacher with no formal education?
“Because,” she’d said, “It is a learning experience, a teachable moment. It’s science.”
I was awestruck.
That is why “Vivian” and I worked so well together. I taught her how to implement bias-free education in our classroom. She taught me that hoarding can lead to serendipitous learning and creativity.
Today, over 20 years later and still a hoarder, I was reminded of my friend, Vivian, when I cleaned out the trunk of my car. Behind the boxing bag, a ton of smelly hand wraps, and a couple of sweaters, I found something which must have fallen out of my grocery bag months ago.
I’ll give you a hint. They used to be grapes. But now …
I hear Vivian’s voice in my head saying, “Don’t throw it away! Show your grandchildren.”
And so, I will.
Wherever you are today, Vivian, THANK YOU for one of many teachable moments!
photo credit
I have no interest in who wins a national game.
I have no interest in popularity or fame
I have no interest in taking aim
Mostly, I have no interest in the mundane.
Daily word prompt: Interest
Carolyn Dennis-Willingham 