There have been many new followers here on Drawn2Life this year. I want to welcome ALL of you! I am really so glad you are here! I'm hoping those of you who have been with me for a while won't mind a few poems written from past holidays. I love pulling them out along with … Continue reading Tree Trimming
Tag: poetry
It’s Christmastime!
Come With Me I have so much to share with thee, my online reader and friend, I think I shall post--'til the day that I toast-- the New Year coming 'round the bend. So here I go a rhyming sharing poems present and past. So we can enjoy the season making merry with mirth 'til … Continue reading It’s Christmastime!
A Day of Juxtaposition
A Day of Juxtaposition Today’s a day of laundry and dishes And also fulfillment of long-time wishes. How can I hold them all in my hands … Will I fly apart? Or can I stand? Is there a key to contain it all? Can I embrace it in a neat tidy ball? … Continue reading A Day of Juxtaposition
Painting & Poem
Can I attempt to entice you once again to come out for my Art Show this Saturday? From 4-6 pm at Southwinds Gallery here in Kernersville, you'll see this painting and many more of my town. I'll also be signing books, both Genevieve and the Kite and Letters to an Artist. I am walking around … Continue reading Painting & Poem
Oh Dear
Oh dear. Oh dear. Oh dear. They are tumbling out. In the face of this army, I frightfully rout. Yet running straight into their arms I pout. I wield my pen and start flailing about. Grabbing word after word as if fishing for trout In hopes that a poem eventually will … Continue reading Oh Dear
Birches
(22"x30" watercolor, 1990? Birches on Granville Dr.) For some strange reason, every autumn, my brain starts thinking in rhythm and rhyme. I pull out my well-loved copy of Robert Frost's poetry and I'm dazzled by how beautifully he paints with words. We've had birch trees in the yards of both houses we've lived in. I … Continue reading Birches
Morning Lines
In case it was difficult to follow the written lines along with the drawn ones, here's the poem. All lines, written and drawn, were made over the last three mornings. Morning Lines There’s something about morning All the world seems right. The day ahead teems with possibilities As my creative heart takes flight. … Continue reading Morning Lines
“The Fringes of a Dress…”
Where Dwellest Thou? O what is it that wanders in the wind?And what is it that whispers in the wood?What is the river singing to the sun?Why this vague pain in every charmed sense,This yearning, keen suspense? Often I’ve seen a garment floating by,fringe of it only; golden brown as it layOn the ripe grasses, fern-green … Continue reading “The Fringes of a Dress…”
Pulling Down Deep Heaven: Part 2
If I climbed up to the tippy-top of a tree, and held out my bucket- Could I catch the sun-drops, and keep them with me... ...then share with others at the base of the tree? -jpe If any creative act, (be it visual, musical, theatrical, written or otherwise), is a definitively spiritual endeavor, then there … Continue reading Pulling Down Deep Heaven: Part 2
A Christmas Line
A Christmas Line If you followed a line from the angel on your tree All the way down to where presents should be Would you revisit memories of the years gone by Curling ‘round ornaments with a twinkle in your eye? Would you find yourself there when your babies were born? When they made preschool … Continue reading A Christmas Line