"Eyes On Queens; Memories That Burn; In Every Tear" Yes 3 Sad Poems

By: Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
Submitted: 2007-01-17 11:23:52
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I used to 'only' paint sad women. Long flowing hair of women looking towards the sea. People would always ask me, "Why?"

"What is interesting about 'happy'?" I would always reply.

Sheeze... a box of kleenex and a good romantic tragedy, what could be better? Yes I know, I am a bit of a drama queen. Yes! that is me... I confess. But without drama there is no passion! My paintings, sculptures, poems and stories are all about passion and drama. Sometimes it truly wares me out, I confess to that as well. Yet, there is simply no other way to paint or sculpt or write in my mind except to feel things intensely. Look at the art in your doctors office.... you may like it but I just think, "EWWW!" It is all completely non threatening and BORING! I do paint, sculpt and write some happy stuff though so don't get your panties in a bunch. A good laugh or a painting of hope, yes of course they have their place in the art-world... I guess.

So now for your entertainment, get out your kleenex....

"In Every Tear"

In Every Tear there stands a scorn
committed to loves past and rivers wasted
Skies gloom and focus on a generation of madness
and darkness covers the hue
that could have saved us

The petals of contentment
whiten in place
deceiving the masses
and even their own minds

As noon breaks -all is well
the commitment of the silver lining
maintains
that contentment is just a state of mind

So we weave back into our cubicles
and perceive
the muted consequences

"Memories That Burn"

Pardon my staring
at dreams going by
unguarded moments
and mirrors that fly

Each time I've relished
the winged in a word
a moon full of heartbeats
and memories that burn

Pardon my staring
I thought that I knew you
Your eyes toast a signal
to fly through the loops

Yet your chalice seems empty
your frown can be heard
I thought that I knew you
yet pause... I'm unsure

Moments I play on
secrets I hold
who challenges teardrops
if you cover your soul?

"Eyes On Queens"

Her excuses were of frailty
like any other soul that breaks
All the ones that complicate
just to find some sense of dignity
search out
the eyes that fall on queens.

About the Author:

Kathy Ostman-Magnusen Hawaii, United States

Aloha! I am a figurative artist and Illustrator. If you check out my website you will see that I am very prolific in oils. My paintings are collected worldwide. I also do sculpture; images available upon request. I have illustrated for Hay House Inc. , Neil Davidson, who was considered for the Pulitzer Prize in feature writing, and several other publications. I also enjoy story writing and poetry. All of the paintings,stories and poems on my blogs and website are written by me.

Check out my website http://www.kathysart.com or one of my blogs at: http://kathysart.blogspot.com/

Aloha

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