Watermark

Drink the Wild Air

   

   

DRINK ME

For Digital Whisper: favorite soft drink. I don’t drink sodas, so had to go somewhere else.

Elements from Crafty Button Designs, Create Wings, Rucola Designs, Rebecca McMenn, Sherrie JD, and Tangie Baxter.

 

   

THIS ACHE, THIS LONGING

   

   

THIS ACHE, THIS LONGING

Drawing by Lee Zimmerman (@zim2918 at Twitter) used with permission. The font is dearJoe4. The poem is mine:

***

This ache, this longing
to hold you, I held you
all afternoon, though
you are miles away.

This morning I rose
and turned off
the window fans.
The house was cool

but filled with the scent
of fire and pine. We are
surrounded by burning
forests. The sound

does not reach us
but the wind brings
ash and smoke.
We are embraced

by its remains, detritus
of its fury. evidence
of life in flames.

***

 

   

A SWEET TIME

   

   

A SWEET TIME

For Take A Word: monochrome. Elements from Irene Alexeeva, CryztalRain, Charlize, Agnes Biro, Sherrie JD, Heart Strings, Bon Scrapatit Designs, LaurieAnnnHGD, ValCDesigns, Studio4, Vinnie Pearce, feli, LDrag Designs, >Lindsay Jane Designs, Paula Kesselring, Rebecca McMeen, and Word Art World.

   

 

   

CREATE

   

   

CREATE

For Art Journal Muse challenge, July 2017, at The Lilypad. Elements are from JustArt, One of a Kind, Dawn Inskip, Little Butterfly Wings, Little Musings, Lynne-Marie, and Tangie Baxter.

   

   

ALL YOU NEED

   

   

ALL YOU NEED

“All you need is someone who joins in your weirdness.”

For Art Journal Muse challenge, July 2017, at The Lilypad. The triangle template is from Christa.

Elements are from Lynne-Marie, Crafty Button Designs, NewLifeDreams, Sissy Sparrows, Just Jaimee, Rebecca McMeen, Tangie Baxter, Wild Blueberry Ink, Little Butterfly Wings, Anna Aspnes, Fairly Fab (w/Lynne-Marie), Gabi’s Creations, Paula Kesselring, and Beth Rimmer.

The “after the fire” font poem is from me. It’s an old poem, I couldn’t find the original, so I don’t know what the fonts are. The other font is Syphon Spritz.

   

   

   

The Closing

   

   

THE CLOSING (a found/collage poem)

For The Three Muses: circles. Template from Jen Maddocks; other elements from Soto Creations, Rebecca McMeen, and Sissy Sparrows. The poem is mine:

    

the closing

circles caused by changing parallels,
      a different balance, in light-skinned
           women, a range between (her pelvis must
                reach) an idea of round lawn. walk

beneath allowed lilacs, glans of penis, bulb of
      vestibule (four columnar trees.) intricate
           planted rooms. a (woman) needs an
                inventory of existing. the footpath

is covered (outer lips, inner lips.) a circle
      of darker lawn dotted with (arched stone) white
           water rushing next to the canal that touches
                a different balance. (wetness, or dryness.)

a cropped meadow. forbs, cut short.
      the boxy house, trees left too long, circles
           from huddling. around the scrubby open
                area (the areola may have) an arc outside.

trees will make the statement. saucer
      magnolia, a circle on the plain. amend
           the soil. merge like overlapping bubbles
                moved along, wavelike (shaft of clitoris)

japanese cypress. border of dreams.
      barrier as a response to cold. or touch
           a different balance. leafy spread, bone
                growth by growth, smaller than the left.

a relief. the future is reabsorbed after several
      (circles of palms) reiterate its shape. as we
           drew in, a spoonful of breast. the maturing.
                most fullness. right. tremen-

dously. heavily. fully. (and is able.) pulled
      up high into tall bamboo. a kind of
           mucus, responsiveness. the closing.

                this is also called conception.

    

    

   

 

circles caused by changing parallels,
      a different balance, in light-skinned
           women, a range between (her pelvis must
                reach) an idea of round lawn. walk

beneath allowed lilacs, glans of penis, bulb of
      vestibule (four columnar trees.) intricate
           planted rooms. a (woman) needs an
                inventory of existing. the footpath

is covered (outer lips, inner lips.) a circle
      of darker lawn dotted with (arched stone) white
           water rushing next to the canal that touches
                a different balance. (wetness, or dryness.)

a cropped meadow. forbs, cut short.
      the boxy house, trees left too long, circles
           from huddling. around the scrubby open
                area (the areola may have) an arc outside.

trees will make the statement. saucer
      magnolia, a circle on the plain. amend
           the soil. merge like overlapping bubbles
                moved along, wavelike (shaft of clitoris)

japanese cypress. border of dreams.
      barrier as a response to cold. or touch
           a different balance. leafy spread, bone
                growth by growth, smaller than the left.

a relief. the future is reabsorbed after several
      (circles of palms) reiterate its shape. as we
           drew in, a spoonful of breast. the maturing.
                most fullness. right. tremen-

dously. heavily. fully. (and is able.) pulled
      up high into tall bamboo. a kind of
           mucus, responsiveness. the closing.

                this is also called conception.

    

    

Now

   

   

NOW

For an art journal challenge (wordstrips) at The Lilypad. Everything is from the July 2017 Mixed Media Monthly kit & add ons. Elements from Dawn Inskip, Little Butterfly Wings, and Lynne-Marie.

   

   

   

Open

   

   

WHICH FACE? (Take 2)

For a challenge at Oscraps.

This one looks more like it’s supposed to, though I did it differently than the tutorial suggested.

The face sketches are by Lee Zimmerman, the photo is mine, other elements are from NBK Design. The font is Sweetly Broken. The poem is mine:

***

Open

Which face shall I wear today? The old woman
gazing into her garden, mourning a lost
childhood? The young woman at the mirror
preparing to greet a new love? The child
climbing trees in her school clothes, white
socks and maryjanes?

Heat falls from the sky, seeps up through
cracked ground. Everything living goes limp,
bows down, suffers. We all suffer. We choose
it, welcome it, open to it like fields open
to rain. More, more; then enough, enough;
then too much, too much.

Today I shall wear the infant’s face, the open
face, the one that has not learned to close.
It takes it all in, drought, flood, the blossoming
for bees.

***

   

     

ART JOURNAL MUSE July 2017

   

   

For Art Journal Muse challenge, July 2017, at The Lilypad. The Skinny template is from Scrapping with Liz. Elements are from TlcCreations, Vicki Robinson, Laura Burger, Paula Kesselring, Anna Aspnes, Kimeric, Lynne-Marie, Nanci Rowe Janitz, Crafty Button Designs, Vintage Printable, and Tangie Baxter. The font is Traveling Typewriter.

The poem is mine:

***

 

Why Must it be Beautiful? 

What is it for, all this 
beauty? The curve 
of the spiral

from the laddered 
twist of DNA 
to the vast wave

of galaxies; the green 
luna moth, breath-
taking & ordinary. 

Does the prey see 
beauty in its predator? 
Do gazelles admire

the leopard? Does 
the seal lift 
its sleek head

to gaze in wonder 
at the bumbling,
lethal polar bear?

Our science tells us  
how. Our science 
gives us reason.

But why must it be 
beautiful? The aero-
nautic miracle

of the bumble bee; 
the passing brilliance 
of the butterfly. Surely

predators would be 
more deterred by 
ugliness. The hideous

and the platypus 
have their own glory.
Humans have our

own glory. Do other 
creatures adore 
the useless,

the only gorgeous, 
the green wave 
of Northern Lights

dimming the stars?
The indented shadow 
of the heron's bath

in a snowdrift? Why 
must it be beautiful?
When we pass, with

the bee, with 
the butterfly,
with the polar bear,

the leopard, 
the gazelle,
who will grieve

this deep and terrible 
loss? Who will delight 
in what comes next?

     

   

DANCING

   

   

DANCING

For Take A Word: dancer. Elements from Paula Kesselring, Little Butterfly Wings, and Lynne-Marie, all from various Mixed Media Monthly kits at The Lilypad.