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GROWING DRAGONS

My poetry prompt for NaPoWriMo and Cheer Peppers is a mixed media painting that started as a flow painting but became a dragon before o was done. Original available on Hastywords Art.

Held inside corners

And broken over easy

I folded my promises

Into acrylics and oil

All the blue mourners

The daydreaming free

Grow into dragons

From black coffee soil

I AM TRANSPARENT

My poetry prompt for NaPoWriMo and Cheer Peppers is a mixed media painting that started as an idea but morphed into a memory. Some memories remind me of who I was and who I no longer am. Prints coming soon to Hastywords Art.

I close my eyes

To toilet paper

Littering concrete

I stand inside

A doorless stall

Like a tree

Without bark

I am cold

With too much

Shiny skin

It prickles

It crawls

The music

Is too loud

I can’t blink

I can’t speak

The music

Is too drunk

I can’t move

I can’t…

Glittered faces grow

Shrinking strangely

Next to me

I don’t think

They know I’m here

I find my feet

I float into mazes

Where am I?

I am not here

I close my eyes

To cold ceramic designs

Lying inside

Shapeless dark

Like a worm

Without bones

I am transparent

The black hole

The swallowing void

The music is too drunk

And I fold into its belly

STAY WITH ME

My poetry prompt for NaPoWriMo and Cheer Peppers is a mixed media painting that started with an experiment with alcohol ink. Prints available at Hastywords Art .

There are so many stories where butterflies represent death and rebirth. A loved one’s soul manifest etc. and if that’s true I hope to be surrounded by butterflies and know each of them represent something beautiful that lingers here with me.

With the power of my grief

I turned losing you

Into pretty butterflies

BEAUTIFUL POTTERY

My poetry prompt for NaPoWriMo and Cheer Peppers is a digital painting I did trying to teach myself digital art.

I met with a friend tonight and I think her soul has the shape and color of beautiful handcrafted pottery.

We see it so much these days

A painful parting of the ways

We put in so much wasted time

Dreaming, creating, building

Just to be left… heartbroken

But you’re a beautiful treasure

A soul formed out of clay

Kneaded and strengthened

By the bullshit you endured

Left to cry every tear to dry

While walking through fire

That ultimately hardened you

Now it’s your turn to shine

Break out of the kiln

And become the work of art

You were always meant to be

MOST OF THE TIME IT’S COLORS

My poetry prompt for NaPoWriMo and Cheer Peppers is an oil pastel drawing I did years ago and gave to a friend as a gift for her son.

I can feel it under my skin

Most of the time it’s colors

Jade and sea foam blue

It can be musical hues

Wearing dancing shoes

It can be jazz tones

With electric gold cues

But when I don’t feel it

There is a buzzing

Like an invisible thread

Pulling all the layers

So tightly together

I swear I’ll be cut

Into a billion tiny cubes

FACE BLIND

My poetry prompt for NaPoWriMo and Cheer Peppers is a large acrylic painting I had the audacity to paint.

I’m going to paint over her eventually because she’s miles away from what I wanted to paint. But I feel like I discovered a truth about myself last night that might help me paint future faces differently.

FACE BLIND

I didn’t see the lines

Writing your name

Across your face

Nor the various shades

Of eye or cheek

Of smile or frown

I can’t see past

The shapes

That distinguish you

But I love you

Your voice

Your movement

The kindness

And the comfort

The feeling of you

I promise

I know you

But out of context

I lose you

THE DIARY

My poetry prompt for NaPoWriMo and Cheer Peppers is the first dreamscape painting I ever did and it hangs on my mom’s wall.

It’s called the Night Ballet.

It’s about a ballerina nobody wanted because she didn’t look like ballerinas are supposed to look. But it’s ok because she finds a place she can be herself and joyfully dance with others like her. It’s a peaceful sunset place where each night they perform a Night Ballet for a very happy crowd.

I had a diary

Not filled with wishes

No dreams, no hopes

No forbidden loves

Or regrets, or burdens

I used Harold’s crayon

The purple one

To walk to mars

I’d meet Marco

On Mulberry street

And we caught cats

And dressed them all

In fairy costumes

I’d go to work

In River City Iowa

Where everyone

Blew air trumpets

And played drums

On busy desks

And real music

Would fill the air

I wrote about my days

In fantastical ways

Embellished them

Learning from Kermit

And Big Bird too

It’s how I learned

To dream big dreams

And to live fully

Inside all of the wonderful

Impossibilities

I AM HER

My poetry prompt for NaPoWriMo and Cheer Peppers is this piece of art I created a few years ago.

There was a time when I was different. Tried on a different part of me I guess. Let her live out loud when I preferred the little world I had created.

I decided to be someone new for reasons I’ve put behind me. For a time though she taught me things and grew me in ways I’ll always be grateful for.

Now I am me with a little bit of her and I feel more balanced with her in my life. I’m glad for the moments that created her.

Maybe it was persona

The great bigness of hers

Or the shriveled of mine

The bright loudness of hers

The cold quiet of mine

Maybe she was the thudding

In the back of my head

So consistently alert

That lifted and held me

Above the loneliness

Maybe it was the dreaming

She allowed me to do

So much freer than me

So bold and colorful

More noticeable than me

Maybe it was the escape

The reprieve she gave me

To be something other

A place to hide away

From the burden of me

Maybe…

She’s always been here

This whole time growing me

Rounding out the sadness

The fire to my feet

The gold inside my night

DREAMS

My poetry prompt for NaPoWriMo and Cheer Peppers is this piece of digital art I created of a girl fulfilling her dream to be a ballerina.

It flows through dance

A tickle we cannot feel

Not at first anyway

But like a lovely seed

That grows miraculously

Or a painful thorn

That digs and digs

The tickle breaks into

Your breathing soul

Demanding the energy

To become reality

FROZEN LINES

I’ve committed to doing NaPoWriMo this month with the Cheer Peppers. That means 30 days of poetry.

I’ve gotten out of the habit so these will be super short and since I’ve been spending most of my time painting these poems will be inspired by something I’ve painted.

Many little deaths

fall onto a blank canvas.

Frozen! Lines of gold.