
Burn bright, but slowly
allow the flame to light your world
with warmth
and as embers glow
tend them gently so the spark remains
till end of day
© Ceenoa
Burn bright, but slowly
allow the flame to light your world
with warmth
and as embers glow
tend them gently so the spark remains
till end of day
© Ceenoa
Dance
when the breeze
ruffles the grass
can you see
the graceful dance?
a gentle waltz,
the dip and sway,
a stately pavane,
or just winds play?
© Ceenoa
Red Land
I am the heart
in heat and rock
unyielding, yet giving
gently bound
in a timeless land
generations waiting
to be heard
to be seen
Redland
© Ceenoa
My joint art exhibition with my sister has been absolutely fantastic so far. I have made a nice amount of sales and met some interesting people and had lovely conversations. In the quiet time between visitors one day, I decided to challenge myself to write a piece about each art work I have sold – and as of today that total is 25 items, so I have some catching up to do! Anyway, here is the first one.
I am the keeper, the protector of bones lost or alone, I guard their hope that time will return them, to warmth of earth to nourish the world, to feed new life. © Ceenoa
quietly she falls
her darkness soft and silky
crescent moon to comfort
till stars shine
quietly she falls
© ceenoa
Looking through some old words for something to post, and reading this one triggered some new ones
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The weather won’t let me forget you
the seasons bring reminders
the quality of light
or a perfume on the air
trigger memories of times gone by
and I am almost back there
©ceenoa
The weather in 2019
The weather won’t let me forget you
but climate change is real
and time erodes the quality
of captured moments
the weather won’t let me forget you
but you are becoming less clear
©ceenoa
She wore a crown of feathers
and some did think her mad,
she wore a crown of feathers
to remind her that she had,
learnt not to resist
the subtle twists
of life.
She wore a crown of feathers
upon her short grey hair,
and what they thought of her
she did not care,
because she liked herself.
She wore a crown of feathers
one visible, one unseen,
she wore a crown of feathers
let them wonder what it means,
when she takes to the sky
as she learns
to fly.
© ceenoa
you pass through
like sunrise behind clouds
you pass through
in smoke on autumn air
you pass through
when wind ripples across sand
elusive and ephemeral
and whole worlds birth and die
as you pass through
© ceenoa
i broke my ankle on New Years Eve,
on a simple attempt to cross the street.
my feet moved off before my head,
and so i tripped right off the edge.
I broke both bones in my left leg,
“we’ll call an ambulance” they said,
but 2 hours later I still waited
getting more agitated.
so in the end to my car i hopped,
and my kidlet drove to the hospital and stopped.
they told me I would have to stay,
for an operation the next day.
I’ve had to have a plate put in,
securely fixed with 7 pins,
and part of a bone they couldn’t fix,
has now been given the surgeons flick.
so now I hop, and scoot round in my chair,
6 whole weeks no weight to bear,
and i think each time i see my foot,
before i moved I should have looked!
© ceenoa
I counted all the years of we
then all the years of widow
and my world had tilted
the balance shifted
and so I cried.
© ceenoa
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