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Crazy Dream


I read somewhere that in order to diversify your themes and topics for writing poetry or stories,you should write down the things you dream about as soon as you awake. Last night was full of  pleasant dreams for the most part. I have mentioned before my dreams are usually colorful and many times surreal. My dream last night was about my mother who passed away about twenty-two years ago. In this dream she was very chatty. We sat alongside sipping from our favorite mugs. I still have hers.

The second part of my dream took place in this beautiful but surreal garden. I could actually smell the essential fragrances of the flowers and herbs. I felt like I was at a spa. The colors blended and kind of melted into each other. Some of the plants and flowers actually spoke to me but I cannot remember any of It.

I started painting what I remembered right away. Please send me your opinion and comments; I just love when I get comments.

 

Day Three – Three quotes Challenge


Tree of Inspiration

Above is a drew on my iPad when I was looking ofr some kind of inspiration. I found the Chines proverb and drew the tree which I call:Tree of Inspiration.

       Here are the quotes to fulfill the three quote challenge.

“Joy is an internal process grounded in knowledge of spiritual truth, the ability to trust

the wisdom of the Divine, and faith in the perfect and perfecting process of life.”

– Lyanla Vanzant

“It is better in prayer to have a heart without words and words without a heart.”

-Mahatma Ghandi

“Allow your heart to sing and dance and kick off its shoes when you are lonely or fearful. A Divine feeling of freedom will keep you company instead.”

– Melba Christie

My Whimsical Park


NEW Listen to a recording of Whimsical Park by Melba Christie. Please Leave comments.

 

My whimsical park is the

wonderland where my inner child

dreams of tomorrow

even when tomorrow is already today.

Yesterday’s dream

goes back into the fertile

mind of a new dreamer

ready to imagine

the peaceful world

I have longed for

all my life.

My whimsical park,

playground for lovers

of nature,

sacred turf,

no forbidden fruit to pick,

just stillness and love

to gain.

Whimsical Park

My Brain


“A poet needs to keep his wilderness alive inside him.” – Stanley Kunitz

This poem was among the notebooks I found in my attic. I do not what made me write this one.

My Brain

My brain went bungee jumping

out of control

It bounced up and down

as would be expected

furious leaps and bounds

I thought I’d  be ejected

out of my soul

my brain was out of control

but it finally calmed down

allowing  a deep meaningful thought

to rise to the occasion

It penetrated a cloud

as I yelled very loud

and rain poured down

voluminously

cleansing the earth

of hatred

My brain may never bungee jump

ever again

but if peace should be needed

I want it to catapult

to the heavens above

so that the earth

is drenched with love.

Melba Christie

 

Infinitely Infinite

I had a dream that I had been a guest at 27 rue de Fleurus


I had a dream that I had been a guest at
27 rue de Fleurus

I had a dream
That I had been a guest at
27 rue de Fleurus

Picasso, William Carlos Williams,
Matisse and a few others happened
To drop by.

Oh my!
I felt like I was in heaven.
I asked Matisse to look at one of my portraiture paintings
The one I called exotic lady.
Not a resemblance of me. I think.
He stared at it and did not say a word.

But Picasso approached with caution
and I stepped back to let him
get a good view
and he smiled.

Oh wow!
I did not want to awake.
I wanted the dream to last
So I could speak to Carlos
And ask him about his epic Poem Paterson
This is the town where I taught for many years
I told him.

The place where “everyone has roots”
I believed that “every child is an artist”

I asked him what he thought about his Paterson today
He did not respond but my heart
knew the answer.

27 rue de Fleurus
was a beautiful place
I was in awe of the art
Overwhelmed with the culture
And the echoes of great thoughts

Oh my!
It’s time to get up
Or I’ll be late to work.

Melba Christie 2014

27 Rue de Fleurus

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Focus


Keep focused on what matters.

Keep focused on what matters. Melba Christie 2014

“Become a vessel for inspirational flow.” Focus on a world that will be peaceful and less violent everyday. The peace begins in your heart first. It was placed there by God. When others see, feel, and understand that peace lives inside of each of us, then they too will feel the flow.                                                          

– Melba Christie

Fall’s Last Call


Fall's Call

Mighty winds whisper out loud for everyone to hear

“it time for all of you to leave, my dears”

the earth prepares for the great gathering

and formed is a colorful mosaic

the crimson’s restlessly await their destination

Will it be bunched up in a brown paper bag?

Or will someone blow them back under their tree of origin?

Will it rain and the weight press down and make them stick to each other ?

Or will an early snow fall freeze them until the spring thaw?

One last ivy leaf was painted on a wall

to save Johnsy’s life one windy fall

Fall’s last call can be very sad

but the beauty of its bright colors

delight the site and make us glad.

Melba Christie

Weekly Challenge – Saturated


Saturation

This watercolor painting is very small and I wanted to add an element of surprise.

 

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