BluRose Maryland

In response to Mindlove Misery Menagerie’s Tale Weaver-#163   …even as I grew older it simply never occurred to me to think about how it might actually feel to be an old woman; how emotionally textured, how sometimes ragged with grief and stitched through with loss or regret, how physically and mentally challenging, it could be. I was going to have a happy old age, and as the years passed I…

A Small Collection of my faces I have created recently. I’m obsessed with how to portray eyes and skin color using mixed media. The one right above this writing was done with watercolor using a LOT of patience! 

I wait with my muddled thoughts For her to whisper to me “Be” To tell what is my fate? “Create” With nothing to say or give? “Forgive” I have only paint and words, no place of my own “Never alone” A short dialogue poem between me and Inner Self for Grace Black’s “28 Days of Self Love” challenge. Within the poem, I imagine that the voice that rises up to answer my fear seems to be an echo, but is…

When I think of “Relationship,” I imagine watching the other shoe dropping Not safety in holding each other Falling asleep   Nearly four years in, my shoe  hasn’t fallen Fingers trace paths across the length of your collarbone   Because of you, I am a step-mum– a woman-child to love and hold loosely in my arms steadfast in my heart   It’s not magic why we exist as a family; Self love, patience…

I Confess That I/My…

Losing small items (like stamps) can make me see red Pour an extra shot into my glass when I think no one’s looking Legs are never shaved in the winter Grind my teeth and according to my husband, snore really loud Take a nap after I get home from work, every single day Eyes well up with tears at the worst of times and in front of people like my boss Suffer from panic attacks so often that I carry…

A Black Out Poem

Taken from a sales magazine. I left in a few headlines because the circled text kinda answers the questions asked by them 😛 Revolving sign, Send us a large door free of inside information. We want to be happy, which is non-refundable. Return postage is the responsibility of the customer. Post-It image courtesy of Brandon Lopez

A Shape Poem for my Music Experience

Image Courtesy of John Raptis  

Heaviness that has abided in my shoulders, jaws and chest is washed clean by the waves Manifestation, the idea I don’t know where to fit it but regardless I let go Thoughts that are sharp, dry like old pieces of skin jut up but with the next breath I let go Heaviness of doubt, memories of shame and “not enoughness” slide away I let go I feel joyful as the layers like dirt fall away, I don’t think…

I am one breath singing. I am alive and breathing. I am a baby crying out loud, a microcosm and Universe. I am a rhythm and verse. I am blinded eyes watching. I am courage dancing. I am a trembling leaf in the Fall. I am a star shining bright and moonlight. I am a road. I am a song at daybreak. Photograph courtesy of George Bohunicky

Today’s prompt is about forgiveness towards my Inner Child, my Inner Self. As instructed, I wrote a letter to my Inner Self and feelings began to stir up. As they came up, I named and described them within the letter. I showed “unlovable” parts of myself compassion. I felt naked before my Inner Self because there was no need to pretend to be perfect or pleasing. I couldn’t ignore or take up a…

Good afternoon, my friends. Our Sunday (so far) craves rest. I woke up fairly late only to take a nap until one p.m. A circus of chaos awaits us tomorrow and the next day, so we rest. Today for Grace Black Ink’s poetry prompt, she asked for each participant (Not the Green Ribbon kind!) to set an intention and then use stream of consciousness/word salad to generate a body of text. From that text,…

Barefootin’

Recap: I’m on a 28 day journey into Self Love inspired by a challenge (because I LOVE challenges) by Grace Black Ink. Today we explored grounding (barefootin’) and a new to me poetry style, a Tetracyts. Creating poems according to different poetry forms are like puzzles, a dare. This form dictates that the poem must be a total of 20 syllables and 5 lines: 1,2,3,4, 10.  More info can be found on…

Hi! One of the many things I love to participate in are challenges: collage, poetry, art, writing… This challenge is very special because it comes from one of my favorite places to read gorgeous haiku–Grace Black Ink: 28 Days of Love Yesterday, I wrote my poetry directly onto her site. It was after posting that I realized that I should share it with you, Dear Reader. Show it so that it may…

Hello, my friends 🙂 Today I am responding to a prompt from the amazing blog, “Imaginary Garden with Toads” called, “Art with Me.” The idea is to write a poem exploring  something I believe words can do for myself and others. Coming back to writing on my blog is a hard thing. Creating art feels easier than writing words I know will be read by others. I’m not in control of how you, gentle reader,…

I’ve always wanted to find my ideal reader, but never put out a missive calling for you to identify much less “do” an action like “click here!” “Read this!” or “Donate now!” I figured you would read my mind and do what I weakly ask of you. I find those techniques imposing, especially if we’re just starting to get to know each other. I’ve done a lot of writing about “my feelings, wishes, thoughts…

Once upon a time, I expressed myself through poems and prompt challenges. Then I took a leap and created another blog about my art. Why? I wanted to sell prints of my work. That’s how TinyArt Originals came about. I built an email list (that worked) and followers of my work. But I didn’t sell much of my art work. I’m back on Bohemian NERD to learn the basics, something I didn’t think I needed…