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.

[Rye]

Turning cheeks to pomegranate stripes
In the air the shriek of a bird bleeds

WOW! The imagery I got with this is so amazing.
You Rock, I am a fan. hope it's alright if i send you a friend request
I want to keep up with your writes. You are very talented.

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you so much for your words, your lifting presence here. I miss my mom more each day, it seems...

[Rye]

my mom is still alive, we have a rocky relationship. I miss how close we used to be. I know what it's like to lose someone, I lost my dad as a child, I miss him more and more every day

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'Moving like waves...'
Owl on the the moon,
Pastel rose feelings of above picture move right into your words.
Your mother would of loved this poem.
It the memory seen in Creation's natural beauty.
You describe your loss in first stanza:
'The sun in her yellow dress
dances on cream and strawberry swirls
and the earth spins as I sit still
it's covered in lace pine needle frills'
This above paragraph is so great.
I am always finding inspiration in the same
kind of natural images.
The whole piece just sings its loveliness.
The inner soul of who you are laid transparent
because of love. Mothers really matter!
Bless you!
Kathy

[An owl on the moon]

Oh, dear Kathy, thank you for going into this deep past to find my words there. It is a joy to find you here... and a joy to remember the wonder of my dear mother again.

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Yes, you are so welcome. This was particularly touching to the deep core place of who we are as people and our need and love of others, family, and particularly a reminder to keep loving the ladies in our lives...sisters, mamas, daughters, nieces. You did super good.
Blessings,
Kathy

[Angi]

Lovely tribute to your mom. The imagery was there for me. That is the thing about mom's, They love you always, no matter what. Angi~

[An owl on the moon]

Oh, thank you , Angi! She is gone now, but ever present is her love...

[Crazy Cat Man]

Your mom shall appreciate this :D

[Marie]

A very n ice tribute to your mother.I love the imagery.

[Mama Topaz]

Honestly, I choked up reading this...

My son feels unlovable... and it is so not true... SO NOT TRUE... my guess is that your mother felt the same way. I want to hug you.

[Patrick]

One of my favourite reads in the last while Craig - 'your eyes the color (colour lol) of the world is so vivid and touching. Obviously your mother's heart speaks in yours

[Wendy Seames Garner]

A beautiful, rainbow hued tribute to your mother. I'm sure she is looking down at you right now with love and pride.

[MOON]

Beautiful tribute to your mother , your eyes were the colour of the world...stunning line.

[Ruth]

WOW! This speaks to the heart love and makes my senses dance :) Such a beautiful piece...I would say memory is honored with such grace and beauty! xx