Moving like waves...

I wanted to write an abstract painting to honor the memory of my mother...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The sun in her yellow dress

Dances on cream and strawberry swirls

And the earth spins as I sit still

It’s covered in laced pine-needle frills

 

The tears of the ocean flow

Flooding the sandy shore of beads

Turning cheeks to pomegranate stripes

In the air the shriek of a bird bleeds

 

Your eyes were the color of the world

As mourners gather in the rain

Leopard striped grass paints the stone

Moving like waves and releasing my pain...

 

Author's Note

A simple dedication to the memory of my mother who loved me when I was unlovable... Sometimes I still am... :)

Reviews

[Touché Armada]

Lovely indeed though tumultuous, this is what it invoked in my minds eye.

First the plain print...
A constant setting sun, on a world that spins and we wonder why we feel so horrid at times, should we be dizzy? And there seems to be so many frills yet most of them are sharp (during some moments at least) . And we fill an ocean within ourselves with in our own sandy beaches (our skin)
Until we are full and we over flow eyes and cheeks stripped and striped and shrieks formally held in our heads escape our throats. And we see colour in others eyes yet to ones own we seem colour blind, and ones own can seem somewhat dead, behind invisible bars waving frantically for someone to get you out.

Then the Papyrus font...
Something in her yellow dress is the where I want to be, in that radiance, that colour means something I want consuming my innermost places. A freedom and lack of self consciousness like the lady who is wrapped in that yellow warmth, I admire the intricacies and the strength in such delicateness. Full as an ocean of ideas floating in the air, the air offering up the world even in the rain never changing, a rock in the tide of life anchoring one from the drifting of pain.

It was a dedication to your mother I did read.. And a lovely one at that.

[TamiViolet]

The movement in the verse suggests the energy of love...and its power. Imagery in the first stanza is vibrant while a sad story unfolds as the verse progresses...and images darken as the realities of life make their bleak confrontation. The final six lines clutch at sorrow... Emotional dedication.

[Sunflower/Sara Kendrick]

Understand the emotions that go with missing and remembering parents who have gone on..I am sure your mother only saw the good and the potential to be better..I am glad that I chose this one to read this eve..I hope that your week is great..Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my work..Your comments are so uplifting and encouraging...Sunflower

[Ladysue]

such a beautiful sentiment for Mother's Day...truly wonderful...

[Lily Mae]

I could really tap into the love in this beautiful poem.. A Mother loves at all times.. unlovable and lovable;) xx

[emmajoy]

Reading it now, today, 2010 and it has even more love in it ..

[NSisifo]

When we remember our mothers, we see moments, colors, and feelings. Not just a woman, but a friend. This was perfect for Mother's Day.

[Stacey Watts]

This was a very beautiful tribute. You penned a mothers love so beautifully here. This was truly breathtaking. Your words have truly touched and shared the beauty of someone you love so wonderfully.

[Lilly]

Incredible poem and an amazing and beautiful tribute -

it is hard to find the words to capture the memories and emotions of a loved one and the warm, wholesome, undying love of a mother is even harder but you manage to do this so perfectly and especially in the line: "Your eyes were the color of the world" -- so beautiful.

[angelina neves]

and what a very beautiful dedication!

[MagiCrystal]

The sun in her yellow dress

Dances on cream and strawberry swirls

And the earth spins as I sit still

It’s covered in laced pine-needle frills



The tears of the ocean flow

Flooding the sandy shore of beads

Turning cheeks to pomegranate stripes

In the air the shriek of a bird bleeds



Your eyes were the color of the world

As mourners gather in the rain

Leopard striped grass paints the stone

Moving like waves and releasing my pain...

A Mother's love is unconditional just like God;s love
and in my life and paths that I have walked
I find my self.. alone and no hand to hold
I know my Mother love's was dear
But I never felt it near
One feel as the World is cold
When we turn around and not one soul is near
I know.. the memories are unforgettable
And when are are cold we find a place
to hide.. in our Mothers love
I feel every word you wrote
I wonder..how can we as kids
Never told our mothers the fear
We born and died..
and ...even in our dreams
Our fears is one
That Mother gives us life
and we... never learn how to talk
and say... I love you
with all our dear feelings.. how is that/
Love your amazing poem and the tribute to your Mother
I love my Mother to Pieces I wonder is in Heaven they talked
about us.. go figure?