http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Winged8769/The Passage of time. Down here on the third rock from the Sun, self-expression is our genius and we must not be talked out of it.I enjoy using pictures and writing to speak for me. I especially enjoy letting others revisit their own lives when reading mine and looking at my photo's. hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Winged8769/636399On His Blindness John Milton (1608-1674) Hermes standing and waiting. When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Winged8769/633605Normal 0 MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0pt 5.4pt 0pt 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0pt;...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Winged8769/633084Growing 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...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Winged8769/633083Growing 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...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Winged8769/632887Bird 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...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Winged8769/631743http://www.youtube.com/watch?fc_c=2133205x5627971x418248718&v=iuQL_9OS0uohttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Winged8769/630122Van 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,...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Winged8769/628684Aphrodite 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,...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Winged8769/628326Come 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...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Winged8769/627574Madonna 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,...