Mood Focus~A tribute to an artist...Wednesday Writing Essentials

Stop it! Enough is enough!

Enough skirmishing and lamenting, or struggling to hold on. And, like an adolescent quieting down after a blind paroxysm, our bawls begin to collapse, we quiver once or twice, we blink back our tears and through a blanket of drenched lashes, we begin to look at the world through new eyes .

When it comes to me , that time I stand mutely in front of my Palette .

My empty canvas
exquisite paints yawning near by
me and my soul
seeking in its depth.

Why there is no portrait, no landscapes
no tale, today
dancing silvery images
with bright pastels.

Why the colors are veiled in frost?
me standing with a pointed brush,
still searching the hues of ecstasy
as tapestries are woven with this truth.

These depths are miraculous
this silence must be golden,
a craving to paint
an appetite to engrave.

Stirring the wondrous muse
me, encircled with watercolors,
I tried to draw
I tried to scrawl.

Ready with an eccentric indigo
squashy aqua greens,
quixotic lavender blues
and amusing holy yellow.

But where's that jovial dark crimson
The muse in me,
I spilled all the colors bountifully
and finally found it in me.

Tempra, still life, Kathryn's  mother's painting, 1992.