Peace Poems: 2

Last night he tore down
Hard walls enclosing his heart
A frightful storm raged

Listen, says the nightingale,
Grow valor rooted in peace

Peace Poems:1

We’ll stand united
When roses cease their blooming
In peaceful protest

Till then, says the nightingale,
Let’s join together in song

Red

Interesting things happen when creativity is flowing . . . just showing up at the table curiously to move paint with regularity spills over, circulating and leading to new ventures.  Last month’s play with one word and collage elements led to four paintings.  In turn, they led to a short story that wove the four women into one tale.  Moving from painting to writing a spark flew from the images holding story inside::in reverse::painting from word compressed haikus and expanding them to imagery. Continue reading “Red”

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