B&W (& 1 C)


Everyone’s doing this black and white photography challenge…no people, no explanation. Well…I kinda hate rules, but I mostly stuck with it. 

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Sieve

The stars ran through my fingers

Like cosmic sand through human sieve

For so long I wanted to keep one

Hold its eternal fire in my hands

Now that they were falling

Far from black velvet sky

I could see they had no home

And certainly were not mine

So leaving cracks, they filtered

A brief kiss within my palm,

Leaving scars, they seared,

But all I felt was calm

The stars ran through my fingers

A beauty not caught nor kept

No cage can hold them locked away

No heart can claim their crypt

 

~ Emily C.

9.26.17

 

***Author’s note: I don’t know where it came from…I just had an image that I wanted to paint, which is all pretty much new to me…then the poem came. And then, I thought, why not combine them? I’m certainly no accomplished artist, but this is a fun way to express poetry.

Mixed media on canvas. (acrylic, paint Sharpies, paper, pen, glue stick)

Free Me ~ Haiku


 

Choking hazy smoke

Another red sun looming

Free me on sailed sea

 

~ Emily C.

7.6.17

 

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Day 6: ┬áSmoke is still here. I can smell it in the house when I opened the bedroom door this morning to the hall where it’s an obvious contrast. But, then sitting in the house, one acclimates to it.

I have been running HEPA air purifiers with brand new filters round the clock, and have only opened the doors briefly in morning or night to let the cool air in for a bit. And even THAT has been enough to make it smell smokey in here. Check out my filter picture, the one on the left was new on Thursday. The one on the right is unused. Look at all that dirt caught in only 3 days. Crazy! Glad its in there and not my lungs, but I do feel it a bit anyway.

The first two pics are from Sigma Shreedharan again. Yucky air makes for great art!

The third pic is mine off my back deck at sunset. We are still dealing with heat, but it’s only in the high 80s instead of high 90s now. After the 4 feet of rain we had this winter, I didn’t think I’d be desperate for a raincloud, but here we are. ­čÖé

Side note: my Mac’s trackpad has been causing issues and making my cursor go berserk in a scary way. So, I haven’t been able to use it and all my poetry bookmarks are on that one. I will be delayed even more in catching up on your awesome words. But, in time will be trying my best to catch up.

Also back to my vestibular therapist tomorrow. Still working my way through that, but definitely not as acute as I was. The new exercises have been a challenge for my brain on top of the environmental triggers lately with the heat and smoke. Looking forward to clean air and improved health.

Miss you all and thank you for your steadfast support.

 

Chris

*Update: Did some fine tuning on his face and added the light reflections in his hair this morning. It’s as finished as I know how to make it without any art training.

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Words have been hard to harness lately with the chaos in my life. But tonight, I attempted to draw again.

I don’t draw, though. I’m not trained and this may be only my third serious attempt in my life. Chris Cornell of Soundgarden…one of the most beautiful people to have lived.

Hope it passes.

Em

*I saw my vestibular therapist this week and finally have a set of exercises I have to to daily. Most acute symptoms have tapered but my brain still reacts to triggers and I have a long way to go. At least I’m trending the right way. Today was pretty good, relatively speaking. Miss you all and I will ease back as I can.

Still Stilts



I never tire of the Heron
Great Blue, grand bird
Still on the shore stalks
Breakfast in the morn

Calm killer
Collects morsels
Down they go, smooth
Perhaps a wriggle
In vain, they lose

And he waits
For his next course
Stealth ninja hides
On stilts,
Gray cloud feathers

Keen eye like eagle

I spy

 

~ Em C.

4.5.17

  • Photo by me