
glass bottle treasures
remind me of home
could be collections
of light unknown
tail wind
blown out
wicks askew
kettles boiling
no lid in view
frantic movements
strokes move air
lines desperate yoke
grant a sketch
puzzled broken pieces
shoe box floor
shards of magic
aptly raise
the door
Categories: Abstract, New Paintings, Poetry, Still Life, Still Life
What a beautiful poem and painting! I still have an oil lamp!
Hi Diane, Thank you! I love oil lamps. I have a couple but this one is a favorite.
Great as always! Love the verse and the patterns in the paintings!
Hi Kendall, Thank you! I appreciate the comment.
Welcome!
Your poem and painting just loved, Catherine. The lines in your painting are mesmerizing.
Hi Amy, Thank you! It’s so comforting to share work with other creative people and to experience theirs in return.
cool how they look simple and solid, but have their different shades still!
Thank you!