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.

[Stephanie]

"Your eyes were the color of the world"
That right there was plain beautiful. This is a wonderful abstract painting of your mother, and I get the sense that she was a wonderful individual. I love the way you chose all your words and how they flowed, jumped off the screen and into my mind. Quite a strange sight, with leopard grass and all, but still immensely enjoyable! Really amazing piece :)

[Alaska Frost]

Oh! I forgot to say that it was very sweet of you to dedicate this poem to your mother. I'm sure she is proud.
-Alaska Frost :)

[Alaska Frost]

A very well-written poem! You certainly achieved your goal of an abstract poem. I thourougly enjoyed reading this poem. Beautiful work.

"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"
^Amazing!!!

-Alaska Frost :)

[K. Aurora]

This was beautiful! It's words caressed the page, bringing the feelings of love and beauty. A fine tribute to someone who loves unconditionally.

The images were random yet woven together into something larger then life. Even the tears sparkled with rainbows of heavenly brightness.

Wonderful piece!
Kansas

[robin]

I like the dedication as much as this fantastical world where I have shared many footsteps with you.
My mother doesn't like poetry however...wonderful and masterful Modern!

[emmajoy]

This is beautiful, beautiful.

You've used such special words and phrases to create a poem for a very special woman. Your feelings aren't hidden or even veiled.

The opening lines: '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' - truly are paintings.

Your tears are tears to be proud of and, so are your words.

[Rambling Prose]

Your talent as a literary artist leaves me awestruck! Oh, the power of word, when set to paper in pristine form, is certainly something to be reckoned with. Absolutely breathtaking! I'm featuring this one on my bio!

~AMAZING~

[Seriana]

Oh wow, this was so moving. I smiled through the first two stanzas, imagining the vivid imagery of your words, then my heart sank when I reached the end. What a beautiful tribute to a mother's love. Thanks for the request. I really enjoyed it. :)

[jen]

you really did paint an abstract painting.. well done...

this is wonderful:
"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..."