tucked away
below the wooden floor
ideas float
through basement doors
canvas white
no telling what’s to come
she listens
patience waning
it’s before her
all there
for the taking
the mix of old and new
morphing into
some unfounded
expressive view
fruit and flowers
vintage cloth patterns
reaching
eggs are needed
in this concoctions brew
praying for help
the blue outline begins
sorting
the landscape of
chosen memories
drips of color
later unfold the magical
cake she’s offering
Categories: Flowers, New Paintings, Poetry, Still Life, Still Life
I’m loving the detail in this
Your eye for detail has become exquisite, Catherine, and your poetry is soul stirring. You bring such talent here to WP. And we are blessed for it. Thank you! xo
Thank you Amy! It’s great to be around other expressive people who also share their gifts.
I love the play of the pointillism!
Thanks for sharing that observation. I hadn’t made that connection but can see what you are noticing!