3 Poems Of An Artist's Crazy Moods: "The Vacancy Left Behind; Inside Of Me; On Display"

By: Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
Submitted: 2007-01-17 11:23:52
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"The Vacancy Left Behind "

It's hard to leave such vacancy behind.
There are qualities I may have missed.
Isn't everything more complex
than what was first observed?
How simple to decide this spot was useless.
This pebble, soft spoken stone.
This avenue that spoke of being no where.
I missed that it was adjacent to an explosion
of well meaning gestures.
I missed the sight of a hollow bamboo
that stood silent
before the ever moving currents of the seaside.
I missed the warm, breathing wind
that brought tiny grains of sand
and touched my skin on lonely days.
I missed the memories of reflective thoughts.
I should have measured them;
the treasures that unfolded while sitting still.
I missed
I missed
the vacancy left behind.

"Inside Of Me"

I feel lonely for the things I ran away from.
Everything feels so loud now.
The voices I did not cherish, then
are put in boxes
screaming to get out.

This piece inside of me
perhaps in you.
This mystery, uncharted routes
that lead to hidden closets,
spaces,voices. lyrical musings
hums and secrets.
Alone in deed and conflict.
I failed to find myself.

There are answers-- I know it.
There are ribbons and sequins
sticks and leaves
green under my feet.

I can make a little boat here.
Blades of grass will be my sail.
There is a ribbon in my pocket
and a note I carried well.

There are words that could not be spoken
neglected smiles
kindness'
that should have been given easily
replacing my tight and uncomely mouth.

There are moments in the note
that help me pace myself.
I can neglect them here
or I can feel them
now.

"On Display"

Little pieces in the way, creating clutter.
Little pieces of my soul (on fire) set out on display.
Magnified a thousand times to me - I guess you see?
Little pieces on tables and walls, collecting dust.
I scrubbed them all, but time won't come out of the crevices.
Collected emotions that I felt yesterday.
Collected in the crevices, days of inspiration, hours of lost worlds.
A focus no one knows of, a temporary lapse of reality.
I am reminded of someone I don't always know.
It is me.

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 and one of my blogs can be found at: http://kathysart.blogspot.com/

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