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.
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.”
“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
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.
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
no forbidden fruit to pick,
just stillness and love
“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 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
cleansing the earth
My brain may never bungee jump
but if peace should be needed
I want it to catapult
to the heavens above
so that the earth
is drenched with love.
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.
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.
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
It’s time to get up
Or I’ll be late to work.
Melba Christie 2014
27 Rue de Fleurus
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
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.
This watercolor painting is very small and I wanted to add an element of surprise.
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