Friday Fantasy ~ Time After Time – #poetry

Really enjoyed reading this the other day.

Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos

siren-1191032_960_720Her calling brings longing
To souls lost at sea
Songs of the Siren
She sings them for thee

For men and their ships
Who have sailed to the deep
She callously draws them
Into eternal sleep

With songs from the bottom
Of a watery grave
They’re captured by beauty
Forever enslaved

And though they all know
These tales of the brine
Still they go searching
Time after time….

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The Burning House II

This is so cool, I want this on my wall!

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SONY DSC 217_2016 Watercolor / Fabriano artistico satinized – ca. 76 x 56 cm / 29.9 x 22.0 in / ´The Burning House II´

I had to paint this again. After I have been really satisfied with my small watercolor-sketch I wanted to try a large format today. I stood up extra early today to make sure that I can finish it before I have to go to my work. I am getting used to the beautiful Fabriano Artistico paper and I used a bigger brush. Compared to painting smaller formats these large paintings are more physical in the painting-process. I feel like I have been in the gym after painting this one. I don´t think the result is perfect, but I am satisfied. I will try to paint more of the larger formats this month to get my brushwork loose. I have a bigger amount of sheets in stock now so…

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I really enjoyed reading this sonnet from gatheryerosebud blog today.

conquering the void

She was the center of a tulip bud,
Soft guitar strings strumming as she unfolds
She was red like her rosy blush, like blood
Like clay, defying the confines of molds.

She was a pearl of silent laughter,
Flowers growing in her lungs, in her veins
She was the ampersand, the thereafter
Lost souls aboard her small words like on trains.

She was the world shattering to pieces,
Like a small blue marble dropped to the ground
Flick of hair, and she could cause caprices
She was firm, strong; she had lost, and then found.

She was built up of broken-before bones,
She was a cosmical world of unknowns.

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