Writing

The Life Between

Am I between?
Reams of white waiting to be touched by colour.
The ink of souls, a screen with the word ‘Title’
Asks to frame a life in a question and answer.

The stroke of a brush, seeking to speak
What cannot be said with the few words humanity grasps at.

The twang and twinge of a string strung across wood
Nailed ungracefully, chimes take symphonic stock
Of days and nights where empty and full are nothing and everything
We are between.

We want to know who and why we are, and all we are is breath
Between life and death.

IW

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Live On

I am grateful that,
Sometimes we just be.
No purpose to strive to,
no plan to adhere to
no goal to attain,
no ambition… just being –
a human being,
in a small time in space.
Until we can breathe
And walk on.

IW

Time And Tide

I seem to be spending my free time more on my art than on my writing of late.
I do believe it is a season, as I feel the itch beginning again. Only so many hours in the day though. 🙂

Here is a small work in progress.

Acrylic

 

Also – thanks to all those who have shown an interest in what is here by following in my absence. Apologies for not coming over to say hi.

And – I at last put together a small (very small) artists website/portfolio which at this time is only of traditional art (ie – no digital work – that will come sometime)

Calligraphy Logo full facebook

Thanks you

IW