“I tried and failed. I tried again and again and succeeded.” Gail Borden
my art and me, me and my art. i’ve tried many media and styles over the years. sketch, canvas, collage, water color, acrylics … but what i really like is messy art. to give permission to the colors and pieces of paper to talk by themselves.
“You may have to fight a battle more than once to win it.” Margaret Thatcher
my messy pages are like therapy, i let my feelings pour on them. most of them i keep to myself, but a few i post on IG, i share with my friends in there hoping to inspire them. once a posted a collage and tagged art page. someone left a comment saying my page wasn’t an art! sadness took over me and i didn’t post for a while.
“Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.” Confucius
many thoughts later, i understood the problem wasn’t on my page or with myself, but with the person that commented. up and down, resiliency, and time to take the stand and enjoy my art, messy art!
First time joining WDYS – What do you see challenge from Sadje. I’m joining with a free poetry form. This photo is so exquisite and I couldn’t resist when I saw it on my feed. The words just needed to be written. Hope you enjoy!
the bride thought it better
the forest, the moss
the songs exhaling from the trees
the birds and the butterflies
too late for the groom
only the veil lays on the stream
following the flow of a dream
the moons of autumn was released oct 1st and i’ve 2 poems published in there! it’s wonderful to be featured in the company of many other poets. Colleen and Jules have done an awesome job of selecting the poems. i’m proud my poems were chosen! the poems capture the magical essence of the moon and i felt calm reading them.
the theme for tanka tuesday this week is poet’s choice, so i’m sharing one of my published poems in this book. hope you enjoy!
a field of wishes
scattered, pieces of a dream
hunting the magic
wind is blowing illusion
secrets of the harvest moon
how many times do we wish that illusions turn into reality? we are lost in a field waiting for the magic. it was nice to write this poem last evening. the words came out without much thinking, and I understood that I’m waiting too much.
hello! how are you doing? i missed this space. i hope you enjoyed the rest of summer/winter and are ready for the new season. autumn for me. i love all the colours and freshness that comes with it. the sweaters and boots, scarfs, flannel pjs. i’m craving for all the pumpkin spice flavours and fragrances: pumpkin spice latte, pumpkin loaf, pumpkin muffins…., and the pumpkin candles to warm up my kitchen, although i love apple cinnamon candles this time of the year.
summer was lovely. i went to the north part of my province for a few days. a beautiful place with lakes and mountains. lots of kayaking and hiking. i read many books and wrote many pages. the leisure of a summer afternoon in my garden was wonderful. now, i’m sitting here typing these few words for you thinking about the past, wondering about the future, and trying to be present. i’ve a cup of coffee by my side, the morning freshness knocking on my window, a new day ahead.
hope you are doing ok and ready for the new season. enjoy the tiny moments, they are the ones that matter most and the ones that will be our company in difficult days.
Tanka Tuesday: “This challenge explores Ekphrastic writing inspired by visual art (photographs). Cheryl, from last month’s challenge, provided the photo for this month’s challenge.” Colleen Chesebro
This photo reminds me of a cottage up north Canada where we spent a few day a while back. The place was pure cosiness. The sky was pretty and the fragrance coming out from the fireplace was intoxicant.
the wine is ready
the sky is the performer
cozy white blanket
red oak is softly singing
the evening is a delight
treasured by seven locker charms
the hidden innocence
a sacred space
each petal whispering for help
obeying no set rules
the poisoned thorns
This week’s prompt for Tanka Tuesday is synonyms only, and the words are sanctuary and follow. I’ve chosen sacred and obeying for my poem. I’m trying new syllabic forms and today I have Cinquo poem. This form consists of 5 lines: 2, 8, 6, 4, 2 and the poem should be unrhymed. I decided to write a double cinquo since I had too much to say.
The photo was taken with my Nikon. I rarely used it, but I thought this pretty rose deserved it. I’m sharing with FOTD.
Many years ago from the window of an airplane I saw a river with crystal blue water and I thought: This place will be my home.
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me),
It’s always our self we find in the sea.
Now, as I write this post in my living room, I can listen to the waves and hear the engine of a ship passing by. My home is a few steps from this magnificent river. Every morning I walk/run by its side, feeling its power and energy, flowing with it.
We had rain and thunders during the night. The water was showing all its power. It was washing and cleaning, it filled up the rivers and lakes. Earth’s fragrance is freshness.
A river seems a magic thing. A magic, moving, living part of the very earth itself.
Water is magical in all its forms. From Inside a cup ready to hydrate us to the large oceans harbouring fish and others sea creatures. From the tap in our homes to wash our hands to the salt water washing the shore of islands.
Be like water,
Flow like a river,
Crash like the rain,
Fly like the cloud again!
Md. Ziaul Haque
Sharing with WQWWC. The theme this week is Lakes, Oceans, Water