|Sybille Sterk 1512 posts||
A mixed day today – foggy and grey in the morning with sunshine and blue skies in the afternoon. Hence we’re having muted features today – just suits my mood.
I just loved the use of space and colour in this image. Fabulous!
This poem seemed to fit perfectly…
Alienated by my own design
Craving pleasant contact from the outside
Oh yes, I am quite the intellectual
Yet what barb pierces deeper than loneliness?
Oh yes, I am so foolishly wise
I love the gentleness in this image. There’s something very thoughtful about it.
A match made in heaven. The next poem seems to continue from the image (at least for me).
When autumn leaves
She seeks to dance
Even with my beloved
As for me in autumn?
A living sunset.
This is an amazing picture and as far as I am concerned should be shown to girls at school to learn how to feel comfortable with yourself. Such a difficult thing to master.
This poem just resonated with me. Can’t quite put my finger on it… LOL
there are intimacies that can’t be spoken:
hand holds from a vehicle like a drive-in fast food love.
a tiny teenage valentine: molded plastic caught in a forgotten web of my life’s string.
they come at you through the sacred heart or the solar plexus…wherever you need them.
each satisfies like the last one, but it is a hungry feast.
where hope comes from is far away.
some hope comes with vision, some with viscera, some with bounce.
the absolute best is not from courage.
this is the zone.
this is the zone.
chat boxes spring up.
typing is a wondrous affair.
for example, there is always fowl.
there are geese.
smoke cigars in imagination.
car doors will save you.
some will fly again.
all of them.
all of them are precious.
these are the tender things.
how can you speak them?
you just dare.
I agree with Lily, making things by hand is utterly satisfying and almost meditative. It’s good to do things with your hands and let your mind flow where it will.
From ‘womanly arts’ to ‘female wiles’…
Got the message
I refuse to be a casualty
the pile that you
and are selling to the masses
I often forget that your
But what, really, I must ask,
of miscalculated motives?
Can any of it be reconciled
Okay, maybe not quite so introspective but I thought it worked with all the other images. :-)
This poem really touched me.
I lift my skirt up to my knees and roll through the sands of time
I am so very weary.
Well I looked for rainbows after the rain,
There’s a lot of ways to die, my friend,
I just love this whole series and had to feature at least one of them. This one seemed to fit best with my muted, introspective mood.
The ultimate in introspective… talking to yourself?
How did my Universe move so far away from yours
I can only feel
I can only feel
Hope you enjoyed today’s features. xo
|Margaret Bryant 25 posts||
Oh, I love these features, and am so so so honored to be amongst them.
|Anna Shaw 7673 posts||
We have some truly wonderful artists and writers here. Congratulations to you all. I love the way you have matched poetry to images Sybille. Fabulous.
|Jenifer DeBellis 1232 posts||
Congratulations is right. It’s an honor to be featured with such an amazing collection. I am amused that my rants seem to draw the strongest following. I digress… thanks xox
|eoconnor 2602 posts||
CONGRATULATIONS ALL WELL DONE AND CHOSEN GREAT READINGS TOO !liZ
|Sukhwinder Flora 24 posts||
It makes me quite emotional to be a part of this. Thank you!! Congrats to all for the wonderful work :)
|lilynoelle 1061 posts||
Definately an honor; I enjoyed the work in this feature very much!
|kasia ikasia 145 posts||
CONGRATULATIONS ALL *
|mariasole oste 6 posts||
|coppertrees 2052 posts||
Awesome Art congratulations.
|Spiritinme 711 posts||
thank you from my heart and congrats to all