Posts tagged ‘self expression’

10 for Tuesday = 10 word story #8

¤

¤

“one person’s

scribbled words

can be

another person’s

literary masterpiece.”

¤

¤

¤

 

March 24, 2015 at 12:32 pm 4 comments

getting dirty

*

my life speaks in riddles,

my heart sings in rhyme.

my head

stands

in the middle ~

spinning circles till i am blind.

*

i know no things about any things

and

every things about some things…

along with everything about nothing

and

something about anything.

*

i am unsettled yet calm,

frazzled yet steady ~

typically ill-prepared to walk

but

always willing and ready.

*

*

what more can i possibly say,

about this person who is me

except

i prefer to stomp through muddy puddles

instead

of walking around them

and

staying clean.

*

*

*

February 24, 2015 at 3:42 pm 20 comments

wires, volts and such

some people are hardwired ~

never caring what others may be thinking…about them.

me?

i am a course in remedial short circuitry ~ always

missing a few wires and such…

and

running along a path of sorts…

where currents are trying to find some type of connection…be it

abnormal or intentional…

i never really know….

 

February 13, 2015 at 3:09 pm 19 comments

Promethean sketches

ζ

ζ

these vignettes which scatter so eloquently in my mind,

cannot be contained – they must be shared.

ζ

scattered'

scattered……..leaves…..

ζ

October 21, 2014 at 4:00 pm 12 comments

the master

the canvas stares at it’s intended victim –

enticing and teasing.

challenging his mind

and

taunting his skill.

there is a constant query

between

the mind’s eye and the stroke –

what desire has envisioned

and

the brushes will allow.

the artist can imagine

a world no other being can perceive.

only they can bring to life

what is conjured deep inside –

molding figments into substance

is a challenge

and

an ache –

like a hunger which must be fed

in which to breathe,

in which to live.

once complete,

the opus exposes

a tiny slice of the artist’s soul –

taking on a life no longer tethered

to the master’s hand

or

his world –

within

in the end

a treasure is created

but

the hunger

must be fed,

whereupon the artist

becomes a slave

to his next

desire

&

his

unyielding

craft

 

 

June 2, 2014 at 3:30 pm 21 comments


Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 3,312 other followers

The Archives


Natalie Breuer

Natalie. Writer. Photographer. Etc.

Kitty-Kat Chronicles

writing and artsy free spirit

Painted Poems

Make your life a poem.

%d bloggers like this: