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windshield

Oh honey, just look at it, it’s perfect.

Yes it is my love. It’s a bit pricey though huh?

Oh silly stop worrying about the price. Aren’t we worth it?

Yes, of course we are honey; it’s just that with my new job and the End of the World coming on December 21st.  I was hoping we could just rent something and see how things go.

But, I really want this house. It has everything we dreamed of, look at the landscaping; the trees are the right size. And these steps, I’ll be the envy of every housewife around.  Besides, if the planet does crumble we’ll be safe living up here, right?

I guess you’re right. It would be nice to be floating instead of being swallowed up by the Earth. Okay, let’s get the realtor on the phone. I’m buying my honey a house.

Oh yeah, you’re the best husband a girl could ask for. Oh and one more thing sweetie, can we not tell anyone where we live?

Sure, okay. But why?

Well, once we move in I’ll have so much to do; I simply won’t have time for an End of the World Party.

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I hope you enjoyed this story- this is what happens when I see a picture and begin to THINK…

-peace

FALLING…

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.”

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  a story FOR HANNAH about her awesome drawing.

THANKS HANNAH FOR SHARING YOUR TERRIFIC ARTWORK WITH THE WORLD

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MARCH OF THE DINOSAURS

“HUP TWO THREE FOUR – HUP TWO THREE FOUR,” Barked Greenie the T-Rex from behind the pack of dinosaurs.

“HUP TWO THREE FOUR.” He never stopped giving orders. Greenie 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 and covered the ground.

“Boy, Greenie sure is marching us hard today,” squealed a very tired Steg the Yellow.

“He sure is, agreed Purple Bronto, but Greenie is the oldest and wisest dinosaur 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 DAYBREAK.”  It was a nice song and Greenie had marched his dinosaur friends to it for years and years. Greenie 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 dinosaur voices, “Are we there yet Greenie, huh, huh?”

Greenie looked down at the newest and smallest dinosaur in their group who was standing next to Purple Bronto

“Almost there little Hannah, we’re almost there.” “NOW- HUP TWO THREE FOUR,WHAT ARE WE MARCHING FOR? FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT, LET’S NOT MAKE OUR LITTLE HANNAH WAIT !”

ALMOST THERE…

 

Again we have two poems to a very intriguing picture.
Dollface

Life’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?

*

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

http://naesnest.me/

 

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/

 

 

Kitty Art

Steve has written a poem for my photo of Fluffy checking out my artwork in progress:

Well well

Lookie there
My mommy has
The flair
She takes a board
And a brush
And just like that
From nothing, now much
I like to watch
Her do her things
I like the way
Her art sings
All the other
Pets ‘round here
Wish they had
My mommy dear
Her simple way
Of making life
Of bring hope
Erasing strife
Now, if I had
Some Kitty paints
I’d surprise mommy
What if she faints?

Words: Steve O’Brien

Photo; Anne Onsøien