Two Poems and One Painting
Vast
Vast
is too tiny a word
to define the ocean surrounding me.
I study the 3-foot by 4-foot map of the Pacific Rim - all that blue.
Hawaii - smudges of brown circled with white, the middle of that empty blue.
Daily I consider that map on my living room wall.
I am sitting on one of the smaller smudges.
Hundreds of planes carrying thousands of people flying in and out daily.
Satellites spin above the atmosphere - the largest, the International Space Station is holding human life.
I spot it occasionally.
The moon going through phases accompanies me
as does the splendid sun - my star.
My star holds planets with moons in its embrace
dancing through a universe I fail to comprehend.
Vast is too tiny a word.
to define the ocean surrounding me.
I study the 3-foot by 4-foot map of the Pacific Rim - all that blue.
Hawaii - smudges of brown circled with white, the middle of that empty blue.
Daily I consider that map on my living room wall.
I am sitting on one of the smaller smudges.
Hundreds of planes carrying thousands of people flying in and out daily.
Satellites spin above the atmosphere - the largest, the International Space Station is holding human life.
I spot it occasionally.
The moon going through phases accompanies me
as does the splendid sun - my star.
My star holds planets with moons in its embrace
dancing through a universe I fail to comprehend.
Vast is too tiny a word.
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| Untitled Mixed Media on Paper (22" x 30" Kupeke Fishpond) Ruth Ann Howden June 2018 |
O
2 K
One
Stop at that point
where the self and the world cross.
The point where we feel
The point where we feel
(figuratively and
literally)
Savor the touch
taste smell sound and sight -
where we fuse with
the moment.
Where decisions are forced upon us at unexpected and potentially lethal intersections.
Pay attention,
Where decisions are forced upon us at unexpected and potentially lethal intersections.
Pay attention,
there can be
immediate impact in stopping on green light as well as going on the
red.
Two
Only five senses - limits spur creative mind to open and stretch.
Three
What is a life if not the opportunity to engage others and the earth?
Composing my choices, habits, thoughts into art - gathering surprises.
Four
'Engage in life' advises Seneca.
Add depth and concern, taste every color.
This track I make is but a digital trail lost in the silicon.
Five
I live in the illusion that I still have enough time
Time to sit in the sunshine.
Time to contribute beauty to the world.
Only five senses - limits spur creative mind to open and stretch.
Three
What is a life if not the opportunity to engage others and the earth?
Composing my choices, habits, thoughts into art - gathering surprises.
Four
'Engage in life' advises Seneca.
Add depth and concern, taste every color.
This track I make is but a digital trail lost in the silicon.
Five
I live in the illusion that I still have enough time
Time to sit in the sunshine.
Time to contribute beauty to the world.
Time to mentor /
pass on what I've learned.
Time to laugh.
Time to give thought to real problems.
Time to laugh.
Time to give thought to real problems.
Time to sort out the
clutter.
Time to show gratitude.
Time to remember all the places that fill my life, and time to wonder at the progression from there to here,
Time to show gratitude.
Time to remember all the places that fill my life, and time to wonder at the progression from there to here,
from Oconomowoc to
Kaunakakai
