NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Twenty-Four

Well into April, the morning
is light pouring up from wet ground,
shining as tall ancient trees
which shone out silver and gold
across a newer world.
Now these lesser trees, though leafless
gleam bright in slanted day.
The willows glittering gold
above the cherries’ and maples’
ephemeral attire so bright
I have thus to shade my eyes.
Turning about in the warm spring day
remembering all the glory past
without speaking the ineffable names.

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Twenty-Four

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Twenty-Three

After a day – and I mean a full working kind of day – drawing people at the mall:

Today I drew page after page
of people, many many people
walking, sitting, talking
leaning, holding hands people.
I drew them to find out
what do they look like
when they move and stand?
how do their parts fit together?
what makes them interesting
and different and yet the same?
I want to show my world
and while it’s often views
of hills and trees
It must have people in it,
And I’m in it too.

To see all of the pages:

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NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Twenty-Three

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Twenty-Two

In the palette, the paint puddles,
ultramarine and sienna to make
a pool of clouds waiting
to float across the paper
dense and wind-feathered
The sky always comes first
the blue, not matter the shade,
brushed in where there are no clouds
and then the shadows and
water-filled density of them.
My teacher’s voice whispers
‘a little light red or yellow
to show the light’ and I agree
When all goes well my heart
rises up with the courage
to lay down the horizon line.

My first study of the Hudson as seen from Rensselaer, last night. Takes a bit to understand how it all fits together.

Clouds as I was leaving work tonight. A passing couple apparently thought – yup there’s a crazy lady taking pictures of the clouds.

It is not our part to master all the tides of the world, but to do what is in us for the succour of those years wherein we are set, uprooting the evil in the fields that we know, so that those who live after may have clean earth to till. What weather they shall have is not ours to rule.
— J.R.R. Tolkien

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Twenty-Two

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Twenty-One

There was stuff going on today, Easter, News, stuff, all kinds of stuff. So here we go at the last minute!

The water in the glass is clear
conforming perfectly
and perfect in its clarity
playing tricks with light.
Perhaps it remembers being steam
but it has never glowed
red hot as the glass did once.
They sit easily together
within reach of my hand
and being so ready
to answer that reach
strong and fluid and cool.
Quenching as they part
now I am the vessel full
and the empty glass
waits to be filled again.

Also, Mom gave me this folder she found at her house – full of drawings I’d done while in high school and some yearbook photos. Amazing!

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Twenty-One

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Twenty

(based on a real encounter. PS it’s hard to take hair selfies…)

We Both Had Braids

Like wow, that’s your real hair
the young woman said,
having admired the color
and me, having noted hers
orange and pink tones
recalling a stylish dress
I wore in seventh grade,
answered – you mean the dark
and white, making grey?
I considered my mother’s
beautiful white waves
and told her how my
father’s hair had stayed
dark with silver strands
She said, you’re so lucky!

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Twenty

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Nineteen

What a day and this is how it ended:

Coming home tonight
the yard already dim
and colors flown to night
an unexpected box
carefully set on the porch.
I gave a quiet thanks
to the postman who swung by
to leave the cardboard gift.
The label plain, gave no hint
so straight away, slicing tape,
then prying up the lid,
revealed a newly minted book.
Now I’ve no claim to need more books
But I drank in the aroma, deeply.

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Nineteen

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Sixteen

Ginny and I had a chat this morning, before I fed them all and went out to paint.

Morning Chat With Cat

Don’t worry.
I love you.
It’s OK.
Someday,
we’ll both
be old.
But today
is not
that day.

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