I got a story like that
Artists and Writers…Finally a place to share. The world is a better place when we write, paint and illustrate creativity! All Rights ReservedFALLING…
As I lay here in the grass, looking up at the clouds. I am so relaxed. I cannot remember the last time I felt so at ease. Looking at the white puffs as they sail past me makes me wish I could be up there, just for a moment. Wouldn’t that be wonderful? The wind is so soft and it whispers like music just for me as it caresses my face, my hair and my soul. I feel as if this is a special wind, in a special moment, just for me.
I close my eyes and suddenly I feel lighter, the images of the soft clouds beneath me fills my eyes. The wind holds me and cradles me like a mother would a small child. Protecting me from all the hurt. I ride the breeze, this wind, this moment.
Ahhhh, but I know it will not last, I know this wind I ride will have to end.
Will I fall when it is over, will I drop to the hardness below?
What can I do?
Will it hurt? I am scared, I am frightened and I am excited all at the same time. I am more alive now than I have ever been before. This wind, this new life, this right now.
I can feel it slowing down, settling in, I am starting to rise, as if I was a small wave that is begging to collapse into foam.
Now I begin my decent, my fall. With eyes closed, my body wanting to cover itself, so as to accept the impact. I am ready, I am ready…
Wait, why haven’t I felt the ground yet ?
I open my eyes one at a time, peeking at my hands, my body. I am not falling. I AM NOT FALLING?
WHY….what is that? It’s all around me, is it more wind. NO I can hear this, it’s, it’s…..
Butterflies, millions of butterflies…
Hahahahahahaha,,,they are carrying me down to earth, floating me downward, dancing around me, caressing me, like my wind did just moments ago.
I wish you could all feel this, it’s beautiful. They are singing to me. Their song is my song. A song of the heart, my heart
I reach my hand out into the madness of their flying to and fro.
I am back on the ground.
The falling was better then the flying.
This touching drawing is by a new friend Kara Simpson. She sent it to me along with these words.
“Hi, my name is Kara Simpson, i draw and this is one of my very first drawing i ever did and it would mean a lot if you wrote a story about this.”
Right on track
This is a blogpost I posted a while back, and when I read it again today, I’m amazed at how right Steve was (and is…) check it out, click to read more on my blog:
Have an inspired day, love and light from Anne.
DREAM TRAIN…
Another example of when artists and writers collide.
DREAM TRAIN
“I must have dozed off, how the hell did I get here?
I don’t even remember getting on this train. Everyone is awfully quiet. Hell they’re all just normal subway car riders. Looking but not really looking at each other. Everyone just trying not to be noticed, wanting to get through this ride and get off the train. Hell, what am I thinking? Of course, I just fell asleep. I’ve been working so damn hard these days, my brain is playing tricks on me. I’m imagining that I haven’t been sitting here the whole time. But have I been here? Why don’t I remember getting on this train? Did I miss my stop? I feel like I’ve been on this damn train forever!
Excuse me ma’am, ma’am, could you please tell me what the next stop is? I seemed to have dozed off and might have missed my stop, ma’am? How rude, she’s totally ignoring me.
I certainly must have missed my stop; these people don’t look like people who live in my neighborhood. They’re not even sociable. I’ll just close my eyes for a minute, I’m so damn tired, maybe I’ll take a nap and all this will have been just a weird dream. The worst part is that I feel like I’ve been here before. Oh well, at least I’m on my way home and not on my way to work!
That’s odd; the sun is shining into the car. How could it be light outside?”
Conductor’s voice over train intercom: “Sorry folks the next stop will be delayed. It seems some poor soul has jumped into the path of the train ahead of us and was killed.”
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The artwork is just one of the many unique and fascinating pieces by our new friend Ray Ferrer @ http://urbanwallart.wordpress.com/
The words fell out of my face and onto this page…http://sobnyc.wordpress.com/
Color ME?…I think not…it is I who color YOU
It is I who live here in this world, this painting.
YOU are but a mere visitor with YOUR brushes and canvas.
It is I who has mastered the art of ART.
YOU, who is so obviously desperate to leave YOUR home and create a place in which to escape to.
It is I who has the peace and serenity.
But, do not despair, I shall allow YOUR needed moments here in MY world.
I will step aside MY own feelings and MY life for a time.
While YOU can sit back and enjoy what I have become.
And yes, there may be a time when YOU must place ME somewhere else.
I will obey YOUR wishes and go quietly so that WE may be spoken of as artists, together.
For it is I and it is YOU that combine to be what WE are.
Until then, let YOU and I have this moment, this clarity, this place to be, OUR ART.
-peace
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This amazing artwork was generously submitted by our new friend Dan Miller @ http://www.facebook.com/pages/Dan-Miller/325648767502665
Words recklessly assembled by me Steve @ http://sobnyc.wordpress.com/
March of the Dinosaurs…
Hannah was awarded the title of Grade Level Champion for her very creative and colorful poster that was entered into the UVM Math Poster Contest centered on the theme of Shapes and Sizes. Hannah’s poster was chosen as the winner out of all the 5th grade poster entries (There were 500 total poster entries from 32 Vermont schools).
I saw this and wanted to write story FOR HANNAH about her awesome drawing. I hear she loves it.
THANKS HANNAH FOR SHARING YOUR TERRIFIC ARTWORK WITH THE WORLD
MARCH OF THE DINASOURS
“Hup Two Three Four ,Hup Two Three Four,” Barked Greenie the T-Rex
“Hup Two Three Four.” He never stopped giving orders. He knew that he had to keep his dinosaur friends marching towards the Sun Valley or they would all surely starve when the winter snows came.
“Boy, Greenie sure is marching us hard today,” squealed a very tired Steg the Yellow.
“He sure is,” agreed Purple Bronto, but he is the oldest and wisest so we must obey.”
“I guess you’re right, “answered Yellow. “Soon we will be in the Sun Valley and have all the food and water we need.”
They all continued marching to Greenies cadence and rhythm. His barking became less and less like barking and more musical and easier to march to; even the flying dinosaurs were in rhythm to his tune.
“Hup, Two, Three, Four we are marching dinosaurs. Five, Six , Seven, Eight we won’t stop till daylight break. It was a nice song and Greenie had marched his friends to it for years and years. He felt happy that they would once more be safe. Then come spring they could all travel back to their homes and enjoy another summer filled with laughter and fun.
“Hey Greenie,” Called out the tiniest of tiny voices, “Are we there yet?”
Greenie looked over at the newest and smallest dinosaur in their group who was standing next to Purple Bronto
“Almost Hannah, we’re almost there.” “Now Hup, Two, Three, Four, what are we marching for? Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Let’s not make our Hannah wait.”
I SALUTE THEE..
Every year on Memorial Day, this MARINE, Staff Sergeant Tim Chambers, stands in the sweltering Washington D.C. heat, in his dress uniform, holding a salute for every biker in the Rolling Thunder procession. He stands at attention, saluting his brothers and sisters, from start to finish, which is over four hours! When asked, “Sergeant Chambers, why the salute?” His response was effortless and profound, “It’s about the pain. A lot of these heroic guys still hurt and if I can relieve their pain for just one brief moment, then I’ve done my job.”
God bless you SSGT Chambers, and God bless those who stopped to care for you and give you some water.
I was so touched by this photo and story, I wrote this poem in his honor.
I SALUTE THEE
Every year
At this time
I salute
These men of mine
As they roll
And thunder by
My right hand raised
To my eye
Does it hurt?
Is what they ask
In your honor
I accept this task
Thru the heat
The blazing sun
I stand here proud
For every last one
I cannot drop
My arm, My hand
I will not rest
I only stand
On iron horses
A steel cavalry
My eyes forward
I salute thee
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-Peace
ALMOST THERE…
DollfaceLife’s scales, always in the balance
Our spiritual bond in check
Our time on earth together
Nurtured with love and with respect
We can not understand God’s ways
What’s meant to be will be
Losing you to God, so soon
Will never make sense to me
One day, making love on the beach
The next, burying you in the sand
That day, my heart was lowered into the ground
Was this truly part of God’s plan?
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I bared my soul to you, not just my body
Death came in and took you away
My heart was held in your hands
I held you while you slipped away
A part of me went into your grave
Buried deep in the sand
I feel so weak, tired and sad
How will I go on?
Life is no longer worth living
To go on -with out you…
I will go mad!
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“Dollface”
I hear him whisper…..I look all around…..I must be hearing things…..My mind is not sound
“Dollface”, I hear him again
“It can’t be! I watched you die! It was me who held you. It was me who cried!”
It was then, I felt his touch
It was his hand brushing my cheek
My tears fell, it was too much
He took me into his arms
His breath upon my neck
“It will be Okay baby. Don’t be alarmed.”
*
He proceeded to tell me
Of a promise he had made
After we had made love
Outside in the shade
He told me of his cancer
The terrible beast
Inside his body
Having a feast
It was then that he vowed
Never to leave
He would defeat death
He would succeed
Our scale was no longer balanced
Though our bond was still strong
He gave me my heart
So I could move on
I must go on living
I must be strong
He told me of our child
As he touched my tum
Created on the beach
Under a falling son
One day, making love
The next, buried the sand
It doesn’t make sense
It isn’t Gods plan
This just happened
Out of our control
There is nothing we can do
Nothing to be told
I must go on for the sake of our son
Teach him and guide him
Play and have some fun
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“Dollface?”"
“Yes, babe?”
“It will be Okay. Don’t be alarmed. I will watch over and guide you. I’ll keep you from harm.”
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words by Renee Robinson
art by Michael Maier, Artist. http://en.cubanfineart.com/ Cuban Art EMagazine
THEN ***************************
There’s a poem I wrote about the same picture.
Enjoy
The Almost There Man
Oh my darling
I miss thee so
How I wish
thee did not go
But I am,
Here with you
You aren’t alone
We are still two
Oh my darling
I miss your touch
It is your presence
I need so much
Why can you not
See me here
You speak as if
I disappear
Oh my darling
You must return
My heart’s on fire
For you I burn
Look at me now
I cannot see
Can you feel
I do feel thee
-peace
words by Steve O’Brien @ http://sobnyc.wordpress.com/
