Sunday, November 17, 2013

Creating Stillness

Here is my second attempt at trying to write a Tanka, for the weekend challenge.   I applied form this type-five lines with syllables, to evoke a memory.  The first one is all about my time with my grandparents.  Once a week, I was invited to have tea with them-a special time for me.   Their view was aligned by the sea, roses and their bird feeders.  Red Rose tea was served daily, but at our tea party a loose blend was steeped and served with special homemade cookies or muffins.

Steeped sea green pearls
warmth overcomes salty mood
swirling thoughts linger
portal of calm opens heart
fragile red rose hips remind me

© Ellen Wilson

 Yellow hearts climb high
their tiny arms fragment their dreams
hope planted in sepia
reaching kite blue tail's cast off string
embracing wings for last dance

© Ellen Wilson

 Hello Ruby flower
your exotic petals float
 Sun is joining us
dear sit near Peter by sky blue glories
your tea has sunflower's smile.

© Ellen Wilson

Monday, November 11, 2013

ART Challenge: Featuring Mike Worrall

For our Sunday challenge, Grace shared with us the talented surreal painter Mike Worrall!

"The enigmatic, dreamlike paintings of Mike Worrall are often inspired by historical themes.  Informed by his work in film, Worrall deals with the sublime in his hyperreal depictions of the mysterious.  As in a dream, the quiet fa├žade and the beauty of the large scale oil paintings masks the intriguing content and enormous energy underpinning the works."

Thank you Grace!  Mike's art is wonderful~

For a complete view of his work, please visit here.
Poets Corner, oil on linen, 122x155cm, 2002

The Musical called Day 

My petals unfold as
Soleil twirls her skirt
bleeding light onto
green starred pasture
Honey bees hum as my
poem blooms

playing four notes
north, south, east and west
pointing my fate
towards night's garden
soon wormy darkness creeps
into our evergreen sea
 my blush petals deepen into maroon
 I surrender my neck my bridge
into heaven's blue crystallized soil
strum my fate
feathering fingers with
Brahm's lullaby
tomorrow I will play a hurricane
casting away the Iceberg Roses
their blood chills us all. 

© Ellen Wilson

Geometry of Costume, oil on canvas, 122x182cm, 2002


Geometry plays tricks
daughter dear-faded pearls n' dust
decorate family tree
dewy peach skin 
outlined charcoal doe eyes
grace blushed apple smile
dimpled thoughts wink
doorway of souls
float in bleached white memories
silver feathers glide
appearing in  hands, in smile
elfin manner transformed
every quarter hour
face chimes
You Westminster and I
  archived map lives on
in golden floral notes
n' sands of time
 Daughter your Quadrilateral
I'm sorry
your father is famous
Yes, you know him
Time Square.

© Ellen Wilson
Thank you Mike!   Great challenge Grace~