Category: #colourtherapy

THE HANDS of the ARTIST

On By Dennis McHaleIn #Art, #colourtherapy, #WordPress, Art, artist, Beauty, color, Inspiration, Poem, Poetry, WordPress1 Comment

The hands of the Artist,
emissaries of the mind –
separate from all musing
and aspiration.

What can be imagined,
what must be created,
from the heart upward
flowing into thoughts
downward streaming
to hopeful, colored hands.

The hands of the Artist
makes visible the width,
and breadth and depth
of expressive imagination
while paint-stained fingers
creatively caress canvases,
illuminating and breathing life
into the visceral void.

What remains are not
the hands of the Artist.

What remains is enduring
grandeur and grace;
the blessing of the soul
the echoes of the heart,
a gift for future generations.

What remains is truth;
his inspired vision,
her lasting legacy.

THE LOST LITTLE GIRL

On By Dennis McHaleIn #childhood, #colourtherapy, #dreams, #love, #suffering, #WordPress, abanondoned, Beauty, gypsy, Poetry, Romani2 Comments

ALINA CHILD

The Lost Little Girl
Thrust into a bitter life,
Abandoned on a train
Is that little girl,
The girl, who never bothered,
Who only wanted love…
Her looks,
Her curls,
Her dress,
Her mess,
Her pimples,
Her dimples,
Lost is that avid child
A true Romani princess:
No Gypsy myth this.
She who had a dream,
She never bothered what the world said,
She who walks with a high head,
She who never let a tear drop for herself.
She whose glittering eyes once housed joy .
I am sure,
deep inside,
she is still alive,
and, to discover her,
into myself.
I will dive,
I will let the veil be lifted,
And, let her breathe in the open air.
She will be reborn,
she will live fearless,
she will live a life of dignity,
respect and honesty.

WATERCOLOR DAYS by Dennis McHale, 2017

On By Dennis McHaleIn #Art, #colourtherapy, #dreams, #thewinterbitesmybones, #WordPress, Art, Art, #Art, #Gallery, #Open Submission,, Beauty, Inspiration, Poem, Poetry, WordPressLeave a comment



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With the careful flick of her wrist

the sensual stroke of her brush

She gives us a watercolor day

Purple blue skies, a soft ochre sun,
Summer winds begin to sing
Blurred pink and white blossoms
Shady walks of lilac and henna
Far away jade and twilight green,

A loose balloon or two

Floating lazy and proud

Against titanium clouds

A water color day, quiet colors run
Run with water spilled edges
Revealing shadowing birds nesting

Amongst slender olive stems

Beside indigo blue streams
Moving slowly as the water blends
Wondering, dreaming, what to do

Splashing one color upon another
Within her watercolor day