Lady of Bones – My Art Exhibition Self Challenge

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.

Lady of Bones
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 

I’ve know I’ve been gone

I know i’ve been gone, for a very long time,
and most likely I will be again,
it’s just that some things had taken my mind,
to a place where there was no rhyme.

to a person who “verses” that is not very good,
to be stuck in that place was hard on my heart,
and trying to force it, is not what you should,
as forced versifying will break you apart!

so take it however you wish to do,
with a pinch of salt or the warmth of a smile,
when truly I say that I have missed you,
and I’ll try and tarry, here with you, a while.

©ceenoa

P.S – however, the fact that this new editor does my head in when trying to compose text probably is not going to help. Why does it add huge spaces between my lines, or none at all when I write a verse?
aarrrrrgh

Habit & Pattern

Hydrangeo Heart (2)

I am a person of pattern
of habit and rhythm in life
and when this gets interrupted
it can cause all manner of strife

I’m working from home at the moment
I’m not sad to give up the commute
it’s just that my new “office” layout
is not really made to suit

I am a person of process
do this, then this, and then that
when something is not in it’s order
in has a flow on effect

I’m starting to find a new pattern
it is wobbly, when I long for smooth
but a good life is never a constant
and repetition will eventually soothe

I am a person of habit
but that rhythm can lead you astray
so I’m working on new ways of being
as I wait through these “stay at home” days

© ceenoa

Her Name

she cannot be contained
destruction her desire
she rages

she runs her path
unfettered and leaping
death dancing

her name is spoken
by broken hearts
in ashes

she touches us all
there or here
with fear

for we are fools
who forgot her
dark lessons

now she runs amok
incandescant with power
burning all

bushfire

© ceenoa

Oz Fires

 

May the Universe give blessings to all those impacted by the bushfires, and protect those who face her ravenous appetite directly, day after day, whilst saving lives and homes.

Giving up Chai

i’m trying to give up the Chai
– well, really it’s more all the milk –
the spice of the cinnamon topping
– the feel of sweet liquid brown silk –

i’m trying to give up the Chai
– i started cold turkey today –
I haven’t missed it as yet
– but tomorrow’s another day –

i’m trying to give up the Chai
– three lattes a day was excessive –
I don’t know what I’ll drink now
– my cravings might be quite expressive –

i’m trying to give up the Chai
– when I don’t like giving things up –
I like a hot drink and time to think
– so deprivation might be kinda rough –

© ceenoa