Supplication

...and her story begins...

Slayer

I am kind of breaking away from my usual image and presenting the first in a series I am working on. For me, they are a study in posing (hours, and hours of work) and lighting (more hours) The model is rigged with joints and muscle groups similar to humans. I must get these to move in the right way(using dials) in order to achieve the pose I want. I seriously envy those artists that find this easy. At this point I love how they are turning out…and they tell a story on their own , so there will be no poems to go with them. I hope you enjoy them as much I love creating them.

Survival

I don’t want to die tomorrow.
My mind fills with thoughts of things that will never be
My heart cries for what it will never know.
I don’t want to die tomorrow…….

I breathe in the sharp, clear mountain air,
watching the free flight of an eagle.
With my head thrown back I cry to the winds….
I don’t want to die tomorrow…teach me how to survive!
But there is only silence and the beating of my heart.

The ocean waves tease and call….
Here within the tang of salt air and the cry of the seagulls
I watch the ever moving tide flow with life, yet again there is
Silence, and the beating of my heart…..

The desert heat bakes the pain from my soul, as the sun’s radiance
Seems to welcome me. And again I cry out.
I don’t want to die tomorrow, teach me how to survive!
The desert sands only shift and flow, never answering.

As I return home to wander the meadow and pasture, I spy
A meadowlark dancing among the seed heads of the tall
Prairie grass….the relentless wind blowing against my face
One last time I reach my arms toward the sky to cry out…….
But the words will not come. Tomorrow and tomorrow and
tomorrow have come and gone. I have lived, and journeyed
And learned. I have survived….
It was all there within me to begin with.
All I had to do was look...and listen to my heartbeat.

Moonlit Apparition

A Bit of a Bug

It seems as though you can comment on things, but my comments back to you won't post. I just wanted you all to know that I am not ignoring you or your questions. I'm off to the help forum to see if there is a fix.

CELEBRATE!

I am curious. What do you do on a long weekend?

Soul Sister

It stormed last night
Dark clouds rolling in to obscure the moon.
Just another storm, but wait…
I am compelled to go out and watch.
What an unusual thing to do.
She appeared within the lightning burst,
Dressed in a cape of raven feathers.
She had no face
Moving in counterpoint to the storm, she danced
Arms thrown wide as though to embrace
The gift of the spirits.
The cadence of her steps now quick, now slow
Her body sinuous, no, sensuous, her joy evident.
But she had no face
Light storms dancing upon the raven’s wing
Glorifying the colors within,
Black, blue, green and brown.
Embracing all that she was, all that would be
She had no face
But I knew…..she was me.

Faerie Ring

Watch Me Mom

Watch me Mom! See what I do
This game I play, it’s just for you.
She shouted loud and full of glee
Watch me Mom- -Oh please just see!
But Mom was turned away by words
Of another and never heard
She was involved with gossips tale
Her child’s sweet calls were but a frail
Calling somewhere far away
She thought there’d be another day.
Please watch me Mom, I try so hard
To do this thing here in this yard.
Just once look up and smile and wave
I need to know you love this small
Sweet child that is just me -
Who’s trying hard for you to see.
It’s just for you , for you alone…….
Mom never saw, never knew
The effort that her child did use
To call forth just one simple wave
In that park and on that day.

The Four