Tree Bark Art

I took a photo of some parts of a tree. Later, I used an app to make it into an artpiece. By Pauline Harris

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Notre Dame

Notre Dame 
A poem by Pauline Harris

The introduction was simple 
A hunchback man and a cathedral 
Songs were sung
People were helped
Some fears realized
And peace found
Within the walls
Where the Rose Window
Shined in glory
Grace befell upon all

Later on I began to see
The Gargoyles watching
Keeping the city safe
The angels and saints
Help to keep the watch
Peaceful in grace and song

During my visit
The reality awoke in me
In the distance on a canal boat
I saw the steeple and arches
As the boat moved closer
There were areas under repair
My heart sank some
As the outward beauty 
Was not for me to see

And then the walk to the front
Lots of people gathered 
Here and there, many excited
Just as much as me
Some were praying

The great Rose Window 
Up way up high
Dim on this side 
As the rains came down
Determined I pressed on
Through the archway of the door
I am in awe and take a deep breath

Artwork everywhere 
Statues, paintings, relics,
Carvings all detailing stories
Loads of people 
All wanting to take in this moment

And I turned my head
To see my heart leap 
My joyney now complete 
As the Rose Window shown
The richness of light
And blessed us all with the sight

Decades have passed
Since that one day
A fire struck the Cathedral 
Loosing it’s steeple
And much of the structure

But there is spirit 
That has been expressed
Although now in ashes
Wonderment will arise
Becoming compassionate love
Bringing the world together 
With grace, hope, and joy

The Paintbrush Called

Art supplies were nestled
All together on the bed
Ready for anytime
The call to come,
They would adhere
Looking at photos
And artwork around
Seeing something
Anything called my name
Nothing
And there sat the paintbrush
Feeling a little left out
Desiring more
Pick me up, it called
Setting up to paint
I felt this urge
Deep inside an image
Vaguely presenting itself
I took the brush
Slapped on some paint
And to the canvas
My hand was drawn
To images appearing
As each stroke
Led to more
Complete fluidity
And then ultimately
A completed art piece

By Pauline Harris

The Crayon

The Crayon

 

One day, I

Picked up the crayon

Interested in drawing

But not sure as of what

 

The crayon said,

‘Let us just see

What will be inspired

To be coloured’

 

The outcome is yet

Still out there

To be designed

And achieved

 

I hold the crayon

And dream up

What is to be drawn

Making the most

Of what is happening

And look forward

To tomorrow’s drawings

Whatever they may be

Allowing the inspiration

To guide me

And permit me

To be the best me

I can be

by Pauline Harris

Birth of …

An idea pops

Into the mind

Creating a ripple

Starting the process

Formation of pieces

Begin to transform

The notion into something

A sweet sadness washes

Over the creator

Bringing to develop

The newness

A new creation

Once formed in the head

Curiosity begins to take fold

As patience is needed

In the guiding moments

Wonders to become

A fulfilled substance

For all to relate

As the something

Is now been transformed

From idea to reality

By Pauline Harris

 

note: Rewritten from an old writing of mine:

sometimes i feel some sweet sadness wash over me… as festive fingers glide through to bring on something new… a new creation is meddling through my head… kinda curious…but am patiently awaiting…wonders to unfold one day…

Ancient Gaze

Ages ago, a lady of fortune
Walked upon this earth with wealth
Allowing others a glimpse of riches
As they gazed upon her eyes
Seeing the reality, she was human
Just like all of those onlookers
The noble lady carried herself gracefully
As she set out to inspire
Others to be present in living
For she had found her riches
Were not in money, her wisdom
Held the key to her success
She had learned to inspire gratitude
Graciously giving of herself granting blessings
As a token of one artist’s
Loving support of the noble lady
The artist immortalized her painting her
Two millennia later, the portrait exists
The noble lady survives gracefully painted
…by Pauline Harris

Moonchild Muses

A young girl called Moonchild sat
Upon a paint can painting stars
Covering the sky while hanging onto
A rope hung from the moon
Carrying her across, making mighty waves
…by Pauline Harris