Day 6 brought a droplet poem:
Stormclouds
The slate tiles that we generally call clouds
roof in the sky, but provide
no shelter from the storm they herald.
Day 7, a face:
Day 8, another poem written on the train on my way home from work in London. Due to disruptions I spent longer travelling than I did working yesterday. Glad I had a poem to write!
Train Home
As the cramped carriage hurtles homeward
how can you tell
if the man whose knees mirror yours
has a tender tongue or a harsh hand?
How can you tell
if the woman whose eyes hide behind dark orbs
nurses open wounds, carries secrets
or basks in a moment of serenity?
Today, day 9, I have painted a tulip with watercolour crayons:
Hope you like these. X
Oh, you are a poet and a painter, like me. I am so happy to find your site. What a great idea to show what you do each day on your blog. As you saw on my blog, I have several things going there, for all sorts of sister-friends that lurk, comment, and share.
ReplyDeleteI love your blog. It is a peaceful place to come.
What great poems and like the drawing of the face, so simple but bold.
ReplyDeleteK, I know I've been here before but I JUST noticed your header, and the beautiful caption below it about making a poem of your life. Shows I'm a little slow at times, but reading that just hit home with me today.
ReplyDeleteinteresting poems and thoughts. The tulip is very pretty , I like it.
ReplyDeleteWonderful offerings, Louise! Especially like the poem "Train Home".
ReplyDeleteHow true, the mysteries that lie within the people who share our travels!
Love the tulip!!
Beautiful images, in the poems and the art.
ReplyDeleteLove the simplicity of the face and the poetry. Beautiful.
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