Simple Sunday Redux With Remy Hoff!
Welcome to the CPC’s Simple Sunday Picture Challenge!
This week we feature another work by Remy Hoff from Trondheim, Norway
A self-portrait by the artist with artistic modifications
Self-taught artist who loves painting, designing and creating. Obsessed with moody, atmospheric landscapes and environments, architecture, wicked perspectives, and everything that is highly decorated, luxurious, exotic and unique, like its from another time or world. http://industrial-forest.deviantart.com/
Title: Botanic Mountains
See what botanical bodaciousness your poetic muse can glean from this haunting image!
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Good evening all! I’m s bit late with this post due to visiting grandchildren. I hope it’s still timely for your muse to use this art of greenery caged!
DARKNESS BE FALLS
Darkness creep
And the fogs fills in
Scary be the night within
As all eyes seeks
Creepy crawlers of the night
Love of the darkness
In the great mist
Sits a cage tree all along
Strange be
As all eyes see
Mountains at both side be
Rooted tree did see
Staris leads
Up hill
What was this mysterious tree
And from where does it come from
No one knows only the owner
Yet I could swaer
That I heard it sing
The most beautiful sad love song ever heard
Are waz it just me that heard
Mystified I waz
Eager to see
Creep closer I did
And the more inchanced I got
My feelings runnin wild
Every step closer
To fine
Yet my heart waz weak
Would not let me fine the mysterious at hand
Written By: Bettie Davis ———————– © February 16 , 2o13
httpv://youtu.be/wC-JOW2YafM
Wow Just a quick little one after both of yours..WoW what great poetry tonight :love: :love: :love:
As spirits roam
Waiting for you to come home
A cage in chrome
Special within scent of Jerome
Up the steps you will feel the fog as foam
Come ahead look your best as I will give you a comb
For we have no time join us in our dome
Cold you may feel until you read our poem
As the blooms viewed giving you time to read our rule book Blood and Tome
DANCING WITH THE SUN
Emerging from the darkness
that for so long clouded my days
and imprisoned the inner me,
I have found my niche,
a small patch of ground
where I was meant to be,
where my heart can rest
for a little while
as I look around
in new directions
and see what I can see
among the craggy rocks
and dark ravines
the light of the sun
doesn’t always find.
But I find myself there
and content to be,
protected from the elements
still swirling about
and threatening me.
And within the rays
of the sunshine I’ve found,
freed from the bonds
that once held me down,
I rejoice in the morning
and sing a new song
to music once again heard
as a new day emerges
and I dance with the sun.
(c) barbara kausteklis 2-17-13