Monday, June 30, 2014

Spinning Gold



SPINNING GOLD

Green road paved with tall firs
Sacred Oak filters silvered light
for tiny garden dwellers
 Earl Grey breath fogs early morning's portal
wishing for a honey spindling sky
a porch swing
a wedding ring quilt
tattered n' torn
memories
hold
Danube blue veins map
star charts
my day a murky veil
until you wake me
whining-

Let's visit Rabbit Island
where scarlet kisses cling
 to humidity's compass
your velvet ears listen
to human hymns
as  honey eyed Queen tickles you
elegant hands painting webbed light
I tip humanity's cup
as you-late bloomer
blush and
sniff anticipation.
 ©Ellen Wilson





I wish this photo was better, but I adore its charm.  My hound, Buster Brown stopping to smell the flowers-isn't he poetic!


Thursday, June 26, 2014

Tangled in Red

I read a book in January called An Invisible Thread by Linda Schroff.  It inspired me and I started to create a Red Thread Journal.  I wanted to connect images that shared life.  I tried to use vintage photos-with a candid appeal, but I also have the traditional family photos.   I was fortunate to be asked to write an article by editor, Christine Stephens, for the June issue of Sew Somerset.  Christine was amazing to work with and I feel fortunate to be in her last issue.  I learned she is living Stampington & Company. It was a privilege Christine-thank you for all your kindness and attention to detail!  




The first time I heard the proverb was when I started watching the TV series, Touch.  The show is about an eleven year old boy named Jake, who is autistic.  Jake has never spoken, but he has found a way to communicate with numbers and sequences by using the Fibonacci Sequence.  The show started on my husband's birthday, March 22nd and ended on mine, May 10th-odd. There were other unique connections-  I discovered I had used bird charms thorough out the journal.  Later I realized it was when my son was leaving the nest.



*****Stampington Photo of my work


I believe  it is through our connections we grow and become better people.  We bond in our joy, our love,  and sadness.   Our humanity makes us all kindred spirits.



I am featured over at the Stampington Blog.  I offered a tutorial for a Red Thread card.  I would love it if 
you stopped by!

Thank you to Gabriela, who interviewed me.  Your kindness and patience were remarkable.  I feel honored by the experience and enjoyed all we shared!  Thank you again Gabriela-I will never forget this week. I see the process differently now. The work you have done on the blog is uplifting and beautiful~
  We bonded over red thread!  



Saturday, June 21, 2014

Second Time Around

©Izy Gruye




EROS


Love lingers in skeleton's shadows
among vapid amnesia 
dreams of miles 
where wings touch 
penumbra's fringe intersects
 wild green flames
glow as sea caresses 
Earth's brown shoulders
beads of  sweat glisten
 whispers of  blue sky's French kiss lingers
on proud majestic peaks
 sweet salt intersects 
 bridge opens
tide rises 
Moon's embryo
tugs your gravity
 ego's waves ripple 
 gently fall
as your breath surges 
indigo surf curves, cascades and falls
your grey eyes fluent 
in mooring possibilities. 

©Ellen Wilson


Kerry offered us a chance to Play it again-a second chance poem.  She shared three poetic prompts-which were previously shared.  I chose a photo prompt by Izy!  






Friday, June 20, 2014

A Facet of China

Over in the Garden, Hannah stirred our imagination with tea!   I love tea and was fortunate to have my Tea Glove Journal published in Somerset Studio Gallery.  It is a gorgeous issue and I am beyond thrilled to be part of it.    Thank you to the editor, Danielle-she was very kind and fun to work with!






TEA TIME

Humanity's cup
filled
with sepia cloud
filled
with healing kisses
filled with silver pride.

Music of an afternoon voyage
sings a rolling tune
filled
with tropical magic
filled
with infused solace.

Extracted pleasure
filled
with floral bitterness
filled
with sunshine's wisdom.

Champagne of sentiment
filled
with poetry
a swirl of  gunpowder
filled
with love n' sympathy.

©Ellen Wilson











Thursday, June 19, 2014

My Head is in the Clouds


A few days after my daughter graduated-we ended up at her college Orientation.  A beautiful area that reminded me of where I grew up.  My home exists these days in my memories.   My husband wants to move back to New England-I do not want to leave our children.  We are trying to find a new place to embed our roots.  My heart is torn.  During his Naval career, we always imagined ourselves going back to where we met-our beloved shore. In twenty minutes, we could  be hiking a nature trail to the top of a mountain or be on an ATV racing through the woods with the winding humming in our ears.  I am the gal, that likes to dress up, but my spirit is happiest in blue jeans hiking and searching for adventure.  (Walking trails only- no ropes for me).

  My childhood shore was where my soul needed to spiral when life puzzled me-when I needed to unwind and process my day, my life.  When I married a sailor, I had to find a new labyrinth.  No matter where we tossed our hats-I would find a corner, a nook to sift through my emotions.

Here in the south I have had a harder time finding my place.  I still have an accent-my daughter's boyfriend has fun impersonating me.  He loves to tease and his favorite saying now is:  "You're so funnay!"  Yes, I really say it just like that.

Blogging has helped me find another place to let my soul breathe.  A place for my emotions-a place to pour myself onto the page.   My soul has found a highway of words to venture on.   This ribbon of light n' darkness is transcended by others.  I read your words and now my journey has found many new paths to hike, to climb, and see spirits soar.

On this trip I saw my daughter's new home-it is beautiful!  I also found this place called Story Rock.  I thought of all of you and how you are part of my rock, my story and I am part of yours.  Our paths have tangled from sharing our worlds online. We embrace the good,  the bad,  and the middle path of our days.  We share our souls, our families, our passion, our highs and lows.


Thank you for sharing your story and being part of mine! 



Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Imaginary Garden

Over in the Garden, there was an art challenge.  Grace inspired us with an artist who uses nature in an unique way.  

"As poets we are always trying to capture our insides -  our thoughts, our emotions, our dreams. Michael (aka grapeling) showed me this creative work by the artist in my favorite blog, Colossal, who makes this connection about human body & nature.  Here's a blurb about the artist's work:  (since I don't have her permission to post the images here):

This delicate series of sculpted plants is part of a project by artist Camila Carlow titled Eye Heart Spleen. The photographic project is comprised of 13 images representing human organs constructed from plants and flowers."  From Carlow’s statement about the project:
The most fascinating and intricate of biological structures, yet we rarely pay heed to the organs inside our body. Regardless of whether we fill ourselves with toxins or nourishing food, whether we exercise or not—our organs sustain us, working away effortlessly and unnoticed.
In a similar way, plants flourishing in the urban environment are a testament to nature’s indifference to our goings on. They grow out of the sides of buildings, in brick walls and between the cracks in concrete, despite of the traffic and pollution.
 Grace challenged us to write about our insides with nature or a season as inspiration.  



Light Bleeds Wonder


a blanket of green stars grows my dreams
like an infant's tight fist kissed with morning dew
I watch n' wait Red Cardinal
 tickles pink and blue florets
remembrance shadows my brow
as day twirls her lacy orange skirt
salty rain pools and puddles
I learn to swim in gray frost
 pupils eclipse as
ideas zoom in n' out
quicksilver lightening
strikes
I jump in like a pink salmon
swimming upstream
to witness Fireweed
 hear the hum of tiny Taxi's
 fish eye
bleeds wonder
waiting for
intoxicating Moonflower's
 perfume makes me
fight my final
breath.



©Ellen Wilson


Sunday, June 8, 2014

Graduation Day

Sometimes words can't describe the day, but photos can!

Avoiding silly string!
When the graduates received their diploma they covered the principle with stickers-lol!   

My girl is still bruised from colorguard. 
Time to go celebrate!
Congrats Angela, we are proud of you~ 

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

IWSG

This morning as I was pounding out my morning pages-I noticed a parade of wings.  I was up earlier than usual.  I set my laptop on my kitchen table and through my French doors, I witnessed the birth of day and the birds saluting the sun.  Many different species came and perched on a post and gave a soap box rant or maybe it is was an announcement-free buffet over at Ben's house or sang a beautiful song.  I did see a bird dive happily into my window box tearing shreds of my coconut husk fiber before flying away.   I thought of us-writers.  We are from all walks of life, perching on our blogs trying to be heard, be recognized and we have something to say.

Today being the first Wednesday of the month-it is time for a post about the IWSG -founded by Captain Alex Cavanaugh.

"It’s time for another group posting of the Insecure Writer’s Support Group!Time to release our fears to the world – or offer encouragement to those who are feeling neurotic. If you’d like to join us, click on the tab above and sign up. We post the first Wednesday of every month. I encourage everyone to visit at least a dozen new blogs and leave a comment. Your words might be the encouragement someone needs. "


Writers come from all walks of life, yet like birds of a feather-we do flock together!  We all hope to be on the perch sometime, sharing our news of selling short stories, finishing our manuscript, publishing our book, or any accomplishment-where our penned voice is heard.   Writing is a tough gig.  We are just trying to be heard and leave our imprint on the world.  We hope our words like the birds who create their nest- will someday inspire, comfort, and or excite someone-maybe they will tweet about us!   Yes we are a special breed~  What kind of bird are you? 
 I am Penguin and I have a crush on the world~



In the flurry of wings, we must remind each other to continue chirping,  have the courage to craft our stories and sing each others praises.  Word enable our souls to fly, to find comfort in our nest, witness courage n' passion and align our humanity's feathers with hope.   We can always tweet about each other and spread the song!


"Authors are a special breed – they are children at heart, adults when it comes to researching their information or plots, and they are ancient gurus striving to show the world that there are better ideas, more memorable stories, and fine literature just waiting to be published."
Arleen M. Kaptur 2003 January


"The reasons birds can fly and we can't is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings." 
                                                                  J.M. Barrie-Peter Pan


Sunday, June 1, 2014

Picking Perfume



I thought the berry slices looked like lips!  





Picking Perfume


Perfumed sweetness lingers
 in the feathered lines of your hands
I kiss your bristled cheek
 soap of morning whispers 
of our early start
picking memories in green ocean
our pinkies touch and smiles
soar into the blue crystal day
transformed and ageless
 I cling to your red mouthed grin
as cupid's bow 
paints heart's kiss.

©Ellen Wilson 


Over in the Garden, Hedge challenged us to write a poem using 55 words aka Flash Fiction 55.  This new challenge will be rotated by Fireblossom and Mama Zen.