Memory Poem #9: Lance & Mina: Morning Breeze

Watching Mina draw
was as soothing
as watching the birds
without the need 
for binoculars.

Her long, dark curls
danced in the wind
as her eyes shifted
from the ocean
to the canvas,
from the canvas
to the ocean,
and back.

The tip of her colored pencils
pressed against the canvas
back and forth, back and forth,
in a crosshatch pattern,
sometimes gently, sometimes not,
just like the ocean waves.

He loved how their lives
intertwined like the lines
on her sketchbook,
adding depth and beauty.

He watched her cheeks
glow a rosy pink
under the golden sky.
Her cream-colored blouse
billowed in the wind.

She smiled as she sketched.
Her lips – a soft, smooth
magenta pink,
and he wanted to kiss
her right then.

She took a sip
of her coffee,
leaving some lipstick
behind
and interrupted
his thoughts.

“What’s your story?”
she asked, looking at him
with her inquisitive eyes.

morning-breeze
art by Sung Kim

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Memory Poem #2: Cyan & Jillian: The Painting

He handed her the painting,
the one he did this afternoon.
“This is for you,” he said,
as he waltzed back to his room.

A night time scene
at the beach.
A little boy and a little girl
cuddled together,
watching the moonlight
dance across the ocean
and the stars twinkle
in the dark blue sky.

Multiple flashlights illuminated
colored glass bottles
of different shapes and sizes
against a big ocean rock.
Red, blue, purple, green, yellow
danced in the shadow
like the Aurora Borealis.

It was a magical scene,
so gentle, so touching,
like music to the eyes.
She smiled and held the painting
against her chest, to her heart,
as she remembered
him and her
at the beach
that night.

the-painting
Images from Google – composite done by Jenuine Inspiration (me)

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Haiku #39: Painted Dice Tower

A while back, my husband decided to make a dice tower using a wooden castle that we found at Michael’s.  With a little bit of engineering, he created a functional tower.  I had the honor of painting it.

This was the original, unaltered wooden castle birdhouse that we bought:

wooden-castle

Painted Dice Tower

Plywood, x-acto knife,
painted lines, slabs of color,
castle comes to life.

This is the final result after engineering and painting:

A Source of Inspiration

I never envisioned that my poetry would inspire someone else to create a piece of art, so I was surprised when a talented friend of mine (Patrick Lydon) decided to write some music based on a poem I had written.  Both the poem and the music were created in 2009.

The two musical creations:

Rainy Rainbow Day (mp3)

Lost and Insecure (mp3)

 

The original poem:

One-Hour Drive

It’s relaxing to drive
under the sprinkles,
listening to the radio
as you watch the rainbow
come out of the golden-vanilla sky
that’s semi-polluted
with chemicals
and you think to yourself,
“what a wonderful life.”

A road full of strangers
with one common goal,
the desire, the need, the want
to go some place,
to belong somewhere.

As they move forward,
spurts of water
splash your window,
blocking your vision,
leaving you behind.

The sky becomes grayer.
Life becomes bluer
as you stare at the massive freeways
looming above your head,
realizing how beautiful,
strong and solid they are,
how small and fragile you are,
sitting in your stylish little car.
And The Fray comes on,
“You found me, you found me …
lost and insecure.”

Shaping Life

clay bobblehead
Blue, green, pink, peach, white
rectangular blocks of clay
sitting on your desk
beckoning to come alive.

It’s silent and dark,
the spotlight
is on you
as you peel back
the plastic
and knead the clay
over and over
in your palms
until the clay is soft
and your fingers hurt.

Slowly you shape
the legs, mold the torso,
add the shoes,
check the size,
make sure you’re satisfied.

Add the chest, mold the arms,
ensure it stands upright,
mix some pink, mix some white,
mix some yellow too,
now you have a skin-like peach
that works, that works for you.

Work your fingers, mold the face,
shape the nose, the ears, the eyes,
envision what you had envisioned
in your mind.

Take it, bake it, make it
come to life.  Draw the eyes,
add a smile, dot some hair,
add a spring, he’ll bobble,
glad to be here, glad to be alive.