Hope you enjoy yourselves!
Yes, bug, I hope you both have a real nice time, too.
Here's a better one more specifically for art.
I do fabric collage - sort of like piece work for quilting only stretched like a painting. I really need to learn how to post pictures.
Count your blessings!
Anti-intellectualism has been a constant thread winding its way through our political and cultural life, nurtured by the false notion that democracy means that 'my ignorance is just as good as your knowledge.' - Isaac Asimov
I was thinking of the immortal words of Socrates, who said, "... I drank what?"
I thought I had posted my poetry at this forum before but I can't find it so I'll post one now. This is my favorite of the ones I've written.
BTW, some people say poetry shouldn't have any punctuation but I put it in because I think the meaning would be confusing without it.
BENEATH THE SURFACE
I wish that you would look at me and see me for who I am.
I wish that you would listen to me and try to understand.
You canít judge by appearancesóyouíll never see my soul.
What may appear a rock to you, when polished, may be gold.
I wish I knew the words to say to convey what I feel.
I wish I could open your eyes and make myself revealed.
Donít be afraid to dive in, if itís treasure you seek.
Itís not found in a shallow pond but where the waterís deep.
Explore beneath the surface and you will know the truth.
Youíll find pearls of wisdom but you must pry them loose.
Peer into the depths and see the world in a new light.
Youíll discover parades of color hidden by the night.
Some people choose to spend their lives skimming through the waves.
At first, the waterís warmer there. Then, it ebbs away.
Those who wade in deeper, daring to embrace the chill,
Encounter a world of beauty which surface-skimmers never will.
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Let's see if this works.
Count your blessings!
This is a poem I wrote before going to counseling. I wrote about how I was feeling at the moment and what I hoped to accomplish by going to counseling and working out my problems.
FROM SKY TO GROUND
Lost in the mist, drowned by swirling memories.
Struggling to surface from a cloud of misery.
Discovering the truth and confronting the pain,
Standing unprotected against torrential rain.
Can I ever find the sun or has its flame burned out?
Face the night and watch it fall from the sky to ground.
Lofty visions fill my dreams, things that may never be.
Should I try to reach for them or will they come to me?
Reality can be so harsh, compelling me to run.
Crouching in a cavern far away from everyone.
It feels safer to drift away but it's a long way down.
When dreams die, you risk a fall from the sky to ground.
I crave something permanent which can't be washed away.
I've decided to reach out and grasp my dreams today.
I'll funnel all those fantasies into concrete forms,
Let the fire in me flare and watch it brightly burn.
I'll create such wonders, nowhere else to be found.
Here it is, Heaven on Earth, built from sky to ground.
Has anyone ever sold things on Etsy? I'm planning on doing that when I retire to supplement my income. Wondering how easy/difficult it is to set up.
Count your blessings!
Here's another poem!
Let me take you on a journey to a distant point in time,
When my life was in its Golden Age -- elegant, refined.
Before the monuments decayed and fell into the sea,
Leaving my accomplishments in ancient history.
There was a man I loved. To me, he was a god,
His features finely chiseled from a solid block of rock.
The love I felt for him could move the stars up in the sky,
Forming constellations to tell our love affair in lights.
He was a mighty hunter, and I, his eager prey.
How was I to know he’d leave, in search of other game?
He left my heart in ruins, there’s nothing left of value,
Only bits and pieces of the former life I knew.
I’m sifting through the rubble to salvage what I can,
Trying to bring back to life what’s buried in the sand.
With him, I was a goddess, the world at my command.
I could summon hurricanes with the wave of a hand.
We stood above all mortal men with riches untold,
The love we shared much more precious than diamonds or gold.
I thought we’d rule forever, but then the splendor died.
When he betrayed my love, it pierced my heart and bled it dry.
He left my heart in ruins, it’s simply turned to dust.
The foundation we built upon is now crusted in rust.
Perhaps if I search long enough, inside my soul I’ll find
The courage and the strength to move on to another site.