About Me: I AM...
A song you once loved,
A visit from an old friend,
A glimpse of a running deer,
A test you thought you failed,
A hill you just passed,
A soldier home from war,
A father's pride,
A mother's joy,
A child tucked in bed,
The tomorrow you hoped would come,
And the end of a long day,
It's not who I am or what I am but how I am to you.
Music:only when I'm not seeing a movie or watching tv.
Movies:best when shown in the dark.
TV:only when it's on
Books:only thoes I'm writing and some written about me.
Likes:A job well done and time to enjoy it
Dislikes:What the world is becoming
Hobbies:Dreaming
Vices:one that belonged to my grandfather and a smaller one I found in an old garage.
A small tribute and thanks to Giovanna and her art. Beginning as always, at the last place to be found.Where the dark is so brilliant, where noise does not make a sound.I've been to the far away fields, there the flowers grow bright.Near the first place on Earth, to catch morning's new light.Playing hide and go seek, with the clouds and the sun.And racing the wind, till the last breeze has been done.Then further way up on high, where the nighttime belongs.To dance among twinkling stars, to evening's soft quiet song.I've lived in houses and homes, built on shifting quick sand.Places unseen and unknown, in strange distant lands.But the place I most love, is in the dreams of deep sleep.A realm where magic is done, through the wishes you keep.For what you can imagine, is to me made so real.I hunger for your desire, and breath what you feel.I am as natural as nature, a winged woman of beauty.A fantasy for a life time, and best known as a fairy.
Pictures and poetry dedicated to Rdehwyll who could not make it this year.The FestivalCool was the air under damp springtime skies,held was a festival complete with fairy disguise.Traveling once again as I've done so before,to purchase from merchants in canopied stores.While there I feasted on foods found in no other place,and gazed at fair maidens adorned with color stroked face.Dresses flowing and corsets, boots, sandals and wings,some with as lovely a friend, some with sutor or king.I with my love, who I adore as my wife,who shares these moments made special, and every part of my life.Took time to acquaint with artist and shop,till fatigue and long day, gave us reason to stop.Wearily we followed the crowd's flow with our bundles and bags,along with captured day's images and scratched names on torn tags.Then one final glance from the peak of a steep hill,down to the streaming flags wave and music breaking the still.Then in love's warm embrace I said to the one I hold dear,"Parking is far when we're late, let's make it earlier next year."
Together this month the fairies joinsome come from far and near.Not only to honor mother naturebut all mothers who are as dear.Set apart from the many fairiesin her gown of fancy dress.Lavender and pink she's silken wrappedshimmering unlike all the rest.And when this month's fairy ruler speaksit is in song she sings.For fairies know that words are not enoughto express all a mother brings.So the gathered angelic daughtersmake the world beautiful in every way.Coaxing flowers to bloom and birds to singall for a holiday that happens in May.
Enchanted words indeed, dearest Sleepy, really beautiful - wishing you special magical blessings for a wonderful weekend at Spoutwood, have fun my friend :)
Another inspired poem. This is my take on Renee Biertempeel picture by the same name. If you get the chance check out her site.
When the day is drawn in to the night,so too the dark replaces light.Here in sleep where dreams grow wild,lurks a wizard's daughter and witch's child.She hides in the shadows of restless sleep,unearthing thoughts buried deep.A realm where the found become the lost,fulfilling their want despite the cost.Fool is the brave, who dares tempt fait,only to learn the lesson, an instant too late.Exploring their desire deep with in,of greed and lust and darker sin.For in sleep their true self is shown,what their heart, mind and spirit own.And of the most important task,discovering what's hidden behind the mask.
Some pictures of a window I did for my wife as a Christmas present last year are now posted. The original picture is by Nene Thomas called day break. Her art is breath taking, I just wish I could transform all my windows into glass visions of her work.
Hi Sleepy,
(I messaged you as well, so forgive the repeat!)
You make very valid points - especially about communication. It's very hard to keep up with the influx of mail to the magazine (I know Kim does her best), but it's especially important to acknowledge all of the generous submissions we receive, because art is personal.
Thank you so much for your feedback and for taking the time to answer my questions!
Hello Sleepy, it's lovely to have you as part of our EF community, I adore your picture, it is so cute! Thank you for joining us here & sharing your wonderful verse with everyone - A Happy Ending has really touched my heart - I did listen closely ;) & you have a very special way of expressing yourself through your beautiful words...
Smiles,
Oh such beautiful words you speak.Wish I could have been there.I would have given up the royal crown of flowers.
Lainie05:49 PM CST