Creativity Heals #art #depression

I just read a blog by a blogger who was really pressing down on herself for feeling that things are so bad. They are and they are not. It’s a matter of perspective.

BUT…

Something that helps so much is expression.

Blogging, art, writing are all forms of media that help us keep from that tipping point.

When I was very active on Social Media (sorry guys I am all over the world at the mo and so blogging is really a back door thing) I was meeting people coming out of Alcoholism, attempts at suicide, a divorce that drove the person batty…

there is that place to go to splash paint and get it off the head and heart.

And there is always prayer…

Reverse Thunder

I hear thunder in the distance

rolling onward like the waves

gaining power it surges  forward

and like a child I am afraid

flash and pounding ever stronger

seconds now and it will hit

dark the clouds and growing closer

blowing fragile tree to bits

it has stopped and hovers o’er me

a distinct voice of one I love

in the whispers it is calming

begging help from God above

*

Reverse Thunder

whispered prayers become a shout

God listens

The Cloudless Day #art #poetry #nature

Bleak winter presses on my soul

grey solitude heavy weight

nature’s blanket takes its toll

tearing at all reason I wait

colour plied to canvas tight

window opens cloudless peace

greens and yellows pull the light

shutter of my soul release

brush continually applies

shape takes beauty’s form

of winter I am free inside

spring unveils her radiant warmth

The art: “Clare’s Window” (1980s) is one of the paintings my mother has painted that brings nature’s beauty indoors. On many wintery days, I have pulled at the warmth from her work and felt less wintry weight.

eXplanation #elderlyissues #atozchallenge

Woman with mustard pot

“Can you tell me?”

“What would you like to know?”

With Dementia we often will be asked the same questions every shift or 10 times every shift.

I find the more confused a client is the more they can loop around a similarity.

“When is my friend Felicia coming?”

“We called. She’s on her way?”

“You know I’d really appreciate if you would call Felicia to find out when she’s coming.”

“We just called her.”

“I would remember if we just called Felicia. Call her”

“Let’s wait a minute I think she’s on her way…”

For family members these loops can seem frustrating.

I try to redirect my client’s focus sometimes it works while other times it just makes a client more frustrated.

So for the explanations keep them simple. Sometimes those questions are asked as our family is trying to get a grip on the last edge of reality.

 

How do you deal with frustration during Co-Vid Days????

Image attribution: Pablo Picasso “The Woman with Mustard Pot” 1910

Cherry Margarita #haiku #spring #haibun

 

I sit behind closed doors. Drawing pictures of ballet dancers in pink .  Crumpled piles of discards about my feet. I’m reminded of cherry blossoms in spring. They dance through the cobwebs in my head and I am outside in spring’s kaleidoscope with no Co-Vid.

***

Infused with sunshine

cherry blossoms kiss still waters

sparks of spring

We miss the cherry blossoms they are always so cheerful and so this week I may take a few moments and draw more ballerinas.

Hope all of you are doing well. Not sure how it is for the rest of you but I am actually happy to be home writing and creating. Most of the places where I work in hospice did a close down (which was wise) – anything to prevent a spread. Be well and write!!!

Sharing with Poets And Story Tellers United

 

Doing… And Loving It #amwriting #science #art #children #photography #Uganda

My pen drips fresh ink

formulas for miles

words in proper sync

imagine children’s smiles

I dip the point

drawings lighten the load

sheep “baa” pigs “oink”

new merges with old

words pour upon pad

ideas in a storm

can’t hold what I have

I run out of proper form

my pen drips ink

too fast to catch

*************

 ideas in my head

 drawings pour like waterfalls.

catch …

 

(and I have a haibun of sorts.)

 

An Invisible Dragon #atozchallenge #children #dragons

I’m breaking with my theme “Children” and poetry slightly for today. My pet dragon and his best friend Emily insisted. This is an excerpt from the book we are working on “Raising a dragon in the 21st Century.”

 

 

Today my class went on a cool field trip to the Air and Space Museum. There are really old planes and even a space shuttle. I imagined being in the cockpit of the Discovery as it shot into space on the back of a rocket.  I was adjusting my space suit when…

“Look up there,” one of the students pointed.  “That red airplane is moving. Do you think it will fall?”

“Those airplanes are well secured so they wont fall.” Our tour guide assured us.

“It’s like the movie Night at the museum,” another student said as we watched several of the airplanes rocking back and forth on their thin cables.

The tour guide stepped away from our class and got on her walkie.  I saw her lips mouth “Is it safe for these children…”

Then I noticed the shadow of a dragon wing brushing against a plane.

“Drag,” I hissed, “get over there.” I pointed to the bathrooms as I stomped over to the corner out of sight. “What are you doing here?”

“Emily, when I heard you were going to a place where there were flying things I wanted to see them too.  Not one of them will talk to me.”

“Hmmm. You thought you would find another dragon at the museum?”

Drag’s eyes got big as he nodded.

“Ohhh Drag, I’m sorry. All these things are machines. As far as I know, you are the only living dragon.”

“That’s too bad.” Drag made a face at the winged machines.

“Please stay right next to me until we get outside. Then I want you to fly straight home. No more touching airplanes. And you need to stay invisible.”

“Ok Em,” my dragon wiggled his eyes.

I giggled and crossed my eyes.

You can’t be too careful where you go when you are raising a dragon in the 21st century…

“Hi – If you are visiting from the A to Z challenge can you please not tell my papa you saw me. He get’s worried about my pet dragon and incidents and stuff I don’t understand yet.”

~ Thanks Em

 

Draw Me #poetry #art

 

it just takes one line

followed by another

color  then some more added

and a smile or two

give me a long neck

or a furry mane

four long legs or short

will have to do

teach me to draw

show me to paint

clay in my fingers

don’t want to wait

look at the sky

God’s daily design

 something fluffy and blue

that catches our eye

 

 

When you think of art you might say “I can’t draw?” Why?

It’s more a block in between your mind and your hands then you realize.

Children create more easily because they haven’t acquired the “hang up” of success. They just “do.” You are never too old to learn how to draw, paint, sculpt and there is no grade at the end either. So try a creation done by you. You may find that you enjoyed it and want to try another.

All the years I “did” art I was afraid to try portraits. While my artist mother can still teach me I am trying to learn a little about portraiture and practice!

I hope you’ll try something you’ve never tried before.

Strengthened by Sorrow #poetry #art

sulk

sadness reign

she clung to covers

tear soaked rain

daily same

dark clouds pushed all hope away

sun always went down

*

long for love

little girls have fears

never clear

thunder claps

no where to hide from sorrow

storm so near

*

unbroken

words never spoken

standing tall

don’t look back

bright is tomorrow’s token

hope is queen

Today’s prompt at Poet’s United – “Resilience”

 

 

Photo: “The Sulker” Jacques Villon 1900

Painting from Paul Mellon collection – National Gallery

 

Jacques Villon  aka Gaston Émile Duchamp (born July 31, 1875 died June 9, 1963) was a French painter and printmaker who was involved in the Cubist movement; later he worked in realistic and abstract styles.

Villon was the brother of artists Suzanne Duchamp, Raymond Duchamp-Villon, and Marcel Duchamp. In 1894 he went to Paris to study law, but, once there, he became more interested in art, and he spent the next 12 years contributing illustrations and cartoons to newspapers. In 1903 Villon was one of the founders of the Salon d’Automne, an exhibiting association that was created as an alternative to the traditional Salon. He began to study painting in 1904.

 

The Shadorma is a Spanish poetic form made up of a stanza of six lines
(sestet)  with no set rhyme scheme.
 It is a syllabic poem with a meter of 3/5/3/3/7/5.
It can have many stanzas, as long as each follows the meter.
Little is known about this poetic style’s origins and history
but it is used by many modern poets today.

 

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