When Art is Poetry

Art is poetry when the colors display fiery emotions.
Art is poetry when the artist’s imagination soars to the heavens,
Art is poetry when the images inspire and touch the soul.

Art is poetry when the colors display fiery emotions.
Art is poetry when the artist’s imagination soars to the heavens,
Art is poetry when the images inspire and touch the soul.
summer showers
the clouds come and go all day
Time to write a poem
“Begin to notice what you have in your life that you are grateful for and when you look at life through the lens of gratitude, you don’t see as many obstacles or hindrances. You see potential, you see possibilities. Then you become an open vehicle for more inspiration, more wisdom, more guidance, coming from the spiritual part of your being.” – Michael B. Beckwith
From: The Wisdom of Sundays by Oprah Winfrey
A Found Poem
Flightless wings
know very well
Authenticity
lives in death
The song of May
reminds us
that Mother’s Day
is near
and a Mother’s fear
grows more today
Because
The Promised Land
no longer sows
Bluebells in the sunshine
Beside the old Trail of Hope
Where I used to collect
my dreams one by one
But despite the awful things
That spread on fields of my mind
I am not obedient;
Conformity is not my thing
I Pray.
I pray for kindness.
and want to spread the word.
Life is Good!
Lift your voice and sing!
Tomorrow will be May again:
Flowers scheduled to be in bloom,
let us forget the words of doom.
And for those who predict only gloom,
Just remember,
Tomorrow is another day.
and soon it will be Mother’s Day!
Let us rake the fears away.
As I mentioned in the video I created this Found Poem inspired by some of the titles, words and phrases used in the posts of my fellow bloggers at WordPress.
Attributions:
Pat Cegan
Ricardo Sexton
The Moral Traveller
John Coyote
Liz Bard
The Poet’s Corner
“If you have build castles in the air,
your work need not be lost;
That is where they should be.
Now put the foundations under them.”
– Henry D. Thoreau
“”If it can be verified, we don’t need faith….
Faith is for that which lies on the other side of reason.
Faith is what makes life bearable, with all its tragedies
and ambiguities and sudden, startling joys.”
Madeleine L’Engle
“The soul itself, the soul of each one of us, is to
each one of us a mystery. It hides in the dark and broods,
and consciousness cannot tell us of its workings.”
Oscar Wilde
“We all want to make the most of our lives….to become
the highest expressions of ourselves. It begins with
our own awakening. There’s no better way to find that aha!
-Oprah Winfrey
We need more compassion!
Feeling for another
is not difficult;
if you know what it feels like
when someone has
co-sufffered with you.
We need more compassion!
Squeeze it out
from you heart and soul;
don’t worry,
you won’t run out.
More will be stored for you.
The process is innate;
fundamental,
essential,
in order to live life
fulfilled with purpose.
We all need more compassion!
Believe it or not,
having it and giving it
even has effects on the prefrontal cortex.
It’s scientific you see,
bringing about glee.
According to the dictionary
(open delight or pleasure; exultant joy; exultation)
is something we are ALL capable of.
We need more compassion!
Every faith knows it;
it is in our DNA ;
all we have to do is show it.
We need more compassion!
Become a stakeholder;
an investor, and or
a proprietor.
Compassion’s payoff:
multiple assets,
great dividends,
All add up to PEACE.
We all know we need that too.
The Maple tree glistens
as dewdrops kiss its leaves
passionately,
before Fall arrives again.
I listen carefully
mindful and still
to all of nature’s secrets.
There is a silent haven
A marvel of a place
where words
do not matter anymore
only the stillness within me.
Sometimes I go to my favorite place;
silently and all alone.
no fancy name given
no signs to direct me there
no houses, no people
simply a natural space
in which to roam.
If ever you should need to go there
I will gladly show you the way
but there is one thing I must say
all you really need is to close your eyes
take three deep breaths
and wish yourself away.
* I often have dreams where I am just walking through beautiful and peaceful landscapes. The painting is one that depicts my latest dream.
I do not think one can exist without the other. We must be mindful of the creative process and what it means to be creative. Isaac Asimov once said that to be creative, “isolation was a requirement.” At times I believe this is true. But there are times I do not want to be isolated at all.
Creativity is expressed in many ways. We may have a muse or many muses to help us get inspired to create. Some of us may be so lucky to be born with a creative spirit. Some of us get this sudden flash of creativity. The proverbial “light switch” that turns on and we run with the idea hoping we did not get the idea from somewhere else. Is it possible for two people to experience the same creative flash simultaneously?
Creativity for me is almost a sacred endeavor. I believe that we must be connected to something beyond our physical reach. I taught children with the firm belief that every child was creative. It was not something I could teach them but something that was part of their being. And each child was creative in their own way. As Howard Gardner proposes we all have “multiple intelligences” that can be developed in different ways. Therefore, it would take a “creative” teacher to help this process.
So how does mindfulness play within all of this? “Mindfulness is the basic human ability to be fully present, aware of where we are and what we’re doing, and not overly reactive or overwhelmed by what’s going on around us.” Thus, we are aware of the creative process and how to fulfill our creative needs.
I found a few blogs that speak to the creative process and how to develop mindfulness. I also found a few magazines that help people work through the creative process by keeping journals. One of these magazines provides you with a variety of prompts to create all kinds of art and different genres of writing.
I had not used Artrage program in a while to create drawings or paintings. Today I was mindful and I must have been visited my muse and I painted this:
I call it “Deep Mist”. I think it reflects what I was feeling but then again was it a “sudden flash” or was it my “isolation” that help me create this. I am not sure. I am learning from many of you that creativity is a beautiful thing. I also started keeping a journal where I write down my thoughts as I paint. It is amazing how I am beginning to understand a lot more about what creativity is about.
I hope to continue to share some of these perspectives. I would love to get your reaction and comments.
Attributions:
https://www.mindful.org/what-is-mindfulness/
https://www.psychologytoday.com/articles/199203/the-art-creativity
https://www.learning-theories.com/gardners-multiple-intelligences-theory.html
https://www.technologyreview.com/s/531911/isaac-asimov-asks-how-do-people-get-new-ideas/
Once again
a sweet memory visits me
I could feel her hug me tight
and I feel free
to let go of my fears.
I re-blogged this poem in honor of my mother. I can’t imagine what she would say about all that is happening right now. I hope she is not too worried.
Poemattic: Poetry and Art for the Soul
Coming to America
She was only 18 years old
Her heart raced in her chest
like galloping stallions on the finca
they left on the island of emerald-green.
Soon their ship would pass by Lady Liberty;
All decks were packed with passengers
Some would salute proudly,
others knelt thankfully
as if at church,
but she simply held her breath
like when you get ready to
blow-up a balloon at a birthday party.
Her dreams danced in her head
like her favorite dancers Fred Astaire
and Ginger Rodgers.
She envisioned herself looking out
her bay window framed with lace curtains
as her two young girls jumped rope.
She imagined her Cape Cod home
surrounded by a three-foot white picket fence,
daffodils and daisies leaning comfortably against it.
That was her American Dream.
She knew there was hard work ahead
No one said it would be easy
her heart reminded her everyday
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