Léa's chalk drawings
January 26, 2025
As I proceeded with clearing more items for the move, I decided to post more of the artwork by my daughter, Léa.
She had made them for me when I was unwell and I had put them on the sides of the fridge next to the table so I could see them while I had my meals. Ever since I had them, they have always brought a smile to my lips when looking at them and thinking of the effort my daughter had put into making more than just one for me.
Additional artwork
January 25, 2025
I am on the verge of leaving my flat in which I have lived for just a bit more than 6 years. While I was packing, I found some artwork that I had not published on this blog before and so I decided to do this now.
The first two items are my daughter's : a pencil drawing of our family with my two boys on the left side and my daughter and myself on the right side and a pastel drawing of two flowers.
The rest are all mine being some quick sketches of semi-clothed models and a couple of oil paintings: a bird, a horse head and two still-life of fruit and vegetables
I tried putting them in gallery mode but my laptop or wordpress was not complying so I just had to insert them as separate images. I hope you like them.
As the light enters our bosoms
19 January 2025
Tales, one winter, had to be told
of rivers twining of the old
where highest of heat meets the cold
where struck in the head he’s revealed
The Beast is given chance to sway
millions of men just charmed away
serpents slithering find a way
blackbirds flying in sky tremble
Trumpets will sound as he’d be sworn
while purple and black would be worn
their heads then lighter should be shorn
a ritual to be unveiled
A ceremony from times past
as black pope dark shadows would cast
dancing in jigs they would go fast
round and round in circles of blue
We face them now in squares of pink
Though the dark fears our minds would sink
we retrieve ourselves from the brink
where we were facing gaping wound
We’ll find a way to mend the rift
some place to cry and pause to lift
the hearts that weighed and turned adrift
as the light enters our bosoms
Written in the context of Ronovan writes Ovi poetry challenge using the word “lift” as inspiration. For more poems and information on the poetry form, follow this link: https://ronovanwrites.com/2025/01/15/ovi-poetry-challenge-83-lift-is-your-inspiration/
Reading of the poem:
Jocelyn Pook - Masked Ball
Their bodies were robbed of free will
8 January 2025
Lily white scattered memories
played in my head wooden stories
contours so light for soul to tease
when why what, questions still burning
Inner turmoil kaleidoscope
like a drowning man thrown a rope
writings on the wall help me cope
whispers of thoughts rise to wake me
I start remembering the scene
The acting of it so obscene
replacement actors never seen
outer shell same, inner alien
Prior mindfulness in tatters
parasite that itself flatters
believing it is what matters
occupying a grudging host
A life stretched for mind to ensnare
to forget toil, to forget care
heart bereft, consciousness aware
something was lurking in shadows
Like ragdolls they were forced to act
unable to scream or react
the bond was like an imposed pact
their bodies were robbed of free will
Written in the context of Ronovan writes Ovi Poetry challenge using the word “aware” for inspiration. For more poems and the rules, follow this link https://ronovanwrites.com/2025/01/08/ovi-poetry-challenge-82-aware-is-your-inspiration/
Reading of the poem:
Within Temptation - Memories
The saviours came from within us
4-5 January 2025
The sun shone hard on a dead land
’twas more heat than they could withstand
scorching waves shot up from the sand
They were melting under the rays
A river flowing set them straight
I knew we had little to wait
they had to be more than mere bait
presenting an offer to choose
Between sides he seemed to be torn
no sympathy for the forlorn
yet he displayed their death to mourn
To pretend but never to feel
His eyes darted from side to side
by no law was he to abide
Life for him was an easy ride
his eyes set neither here nor there
We looked upon him in dismay
some had seen in him God to pray
though he had neither will nor way
False idols stand where heroes fell
We knew it would not be the end
from hearts the future we could mend
healing ourselves we set new trend
the saviours came from within us
Written in the context of Ronovan writes Ovi Poetry Challenge using the word “sympathy” as inspiration. For more poems and the rules, follow this link https://ronovanwrites.com/2025/01/01/ovi-poetry-challenge-81-sympathy-is-your-inspiration/
Reading of the poem:
Ohm (Transfix Mix) · Gemma Luna · Miroslav Dorval · Adham Shaikh
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