Thursday, October 29, 2009
Saying good-bye to mom.
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Sunday, October 25, 2009
Growing Love...
Growing Love When I was a child, it was my mom I loved the best, when I was a teenager, I began questioning, was I worthy to befriend? As a young single mother, I wondered if I was worthy of another love? Now in the winter of my years, snug under my covers warm and tight, my inner child whispers in...
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Growing Love...
Growing Love When I was a child, it was my mom I loved the best, when I was a teenager, I began questioning, was I worthy to befriend? As a young single mother, I wondered if I was worthy of another love? Now in the winter of my years, snug under my covers warm and tight, my inner child whispers in...
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Friday, October 23, 2009
My Bird of God Sculpture
Bird of God - What is a poet? Pictures can inspire us. Write free in 5-minute spontaneous bursts... This is my Bird of God sculpture, 12" x 6" while looking at pictures. Writing is a form of talking. Talk about your pictures in a poem! I wrote the poem below after creating my Bird of God sculpture:...
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Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Defying Gravity
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Thursday, October 1, 2009
Terror and Mercy, Van Gogh's Starry Night
Van Gogh's Starry Night is a work of Art Therapy. I like to imagine what an artist is thinking about when painting. Terror and Mercy I feel like I'm disappearing, one painting at a time, I'm drawing on empty, too many paths and detours, followed and unfollowed, an agitation blowing through me, like...
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Sunday, September 20, 2009
Aphrodite
Aphrodite I can't see it, can't move it. I know it's black, a hump on my back. It's heavy. You can't see it. What in it? Don't tell me you don't know. It's what you told me about - - black inimical power, cold whirling out of it and around me and sweeping you flat. But, what if, like a camel, it's...
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Thursday, September 17, 2009
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Come check out my web, Write Poetry Win $5,000. www.sculptingtheheart.com Poem Of The Day My Legacy I am from where the red dirt meets the green jungle The mangoes are plucked ripe off the trees The juice runs clear down my chin I am from the dark secrets carried in the bowels of slave ships The...
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Friday, September 11, 2009
Madonna and Baby Jesus
Madonna and Baby Jesus...the supreme subject... Some call her Mary, others call Madonna, or the mother of Jesus, she was frail, gentle and absolute, little Jesus was her first work of art, the toddler probably wondered why some crawled and became twisted like broken branches when in his presence, he...
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Madonna and Baby Jesus
Madonna and Baby Jesus...the supreme subject... Some call her Mary, others call Madonna, or the mother of Jesus, she was frail, gentle and absolute, little Jesus was her first work of art, the toddler probably wondered why some crawled and became twisted like broken branches when in his presence, he...
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