...found...

...found...

a reflection in a garden globe

snow fall at night, lit up in a flash

renewal of love, picasso's pastels

words that wrench and nail my heartstrings to the table

comfort in a familiar, writings wrought upon her

a crushed coin and feather, gifts from the street

sunrise in a solstice sky

busy man on a snowy morning

snow fall in the porch light

...this is my kind of journaling...welcome to the new year...

...art journal piece today...watercolor pastels, oil pastels, acrylics, white pen, gesso...

I Have Gone Marking by Pablo Neruda

I have gone marking the atlas of your body

with crosses of fire.

My mouth went across: a spider, trying to hide.

In you, behind you, timid, driven by thirst.

Stories to tell you on the shore of evening,

sad and gentle doll, so that you should not be sad.

A swan, a tree, something far away and happy.

The season of grapes, the ripe and fruitful season.

I who lived in a harbor from which I loved you.

The solitude crossed with dream and with silence.

Penned up between the sea and sadness.

Soundless, delirious, between two motionless gondoliers.

Between the lips and the voice something goes dying.

Something with the wings of a bird, something of anguish

and oblivion.

The way nets cannot hold water.

My toy doll, only a few drops are left trembling.

Even so, something sings in these fugitive words.

Something sings, something climbs to my ravenous mouth.

Oh, to be able to celebrate you with all the words of joy.



...oooh my...the way he writes...xxx...