Holbeck at night
it’s a wonderful sight
looking for dark arches
it’s left park up
be quick holding up the show
kids in a new hiding place
spirits soar a firm response
I choose the oar
hot water bottles blankets it’s cold
wine flows a pound a slug
ruby ruby ruby mac when will you be back
A firm of poets
Holbeck at night
There is something you can change
your outlook on the situation
learning to accept what you cannot change
view more positive
looking for ways to cope
rather than drastic means to end it
you start to take a measure of
control of what seems to be an uncontrollable situation
The common cold of the mind
anyone can get it
it can be treated
Five years gone by dear sister
all you had left was your faith
steel like qualities built up to help us cope teaching us.
The prayers of many have much force
when directed to life’s source
though we walk with feet of clay we were not meant to be this way.
Much help is there for us to find
locked up in God and Jesus’ mind.
Life gets us down can’t do any thing without it
northern gals is what we are
a roller coaster life it’s small that’s all
Got to risk the downs gather speed get up the other side
moving working with what we have and know
I’ve got over myself
It took time
learning while we act.
I close my eyes and open my secret window
knowing what’s there
changing times and consistent truth
I see a paradise with you I’ll be there.
I had no intention of drawing it came as a complete surprise things can and have changed. we have all being trapped in a short life.Our ability to control our life seems to be always in doubt we have only ourself to trade .The web is live how did that happen file in line gallery,post and publish the digital drop in the tech stuff finding out what was needed keeping it simple.The tools are there to use the dashboard now draws me in I could not stand more digits in my head.Something new stimulates a positive chain reaction ..change.Something was happening the more I focused the less I was aware of what was going on round me always winning and losing .
Stop and reflect think about what your trying to do
You might change what your trying to do next .
Playing with the paint
A young girl I used to be what has changed is external to me ,
To my studio I go it’s just as I left it the day befor
The door is open the smell of paint is strong
a picture unfinished but not for long.
I want to bring my work to life with passion and panache
drab not a happy place
I cut a swath of colour that will bring the slate to life
past and present meet .
Tubes of paint with out lids
liquin and varnish shades of grey not to mention the tray
the aftermath of a great day.
Brushes on table tops
rich plums and sienna too work well with Prussian blue.
The knife is bent how did that happen
canvas or board it matters not
there’s still paint in the pot.
Charcoal smudges work of fingers
finding colours to inbue
nervous of cause
but terrified of not going out there.
With paint as fresh as a bright idea
we’re nearer to winter but closer to spring
you’d like to sketch
I felt strong so easel and paint to town I went
views from lady or gent
a wink a wave on the subject of art there not too hot .
burning “grass” smells all a round
the soul as gone to return it must
source and focus of creative activity
is it not in our domestic
Sienna tint on canvas blushes of the bride
red knickers on the line
the colours of the heart we can not see
nude silk stockings and suntan bodies
a mixed palette so true clash blend those colours new
my eye can see the hand holds the brush I am nothing without the heart within me ; it is everything nothing the art we produce
innate creative power.
The power of play