A Simple Sunday featuring “Ice Blue” by Nan
Welcome all!
I am excited to welcome back my sister:
About the artist: Nan is one of my older and wiser sisters…lol. She has been a photographer since she was a teenager and starting digital art and manipulations last year, when we last featured her. Today’s artwork started off as a picture that she took during the ice storm. I love what she did with it and hope you all do, too.
Today’s Featured Art
“Ice Blue”
please use only this piece of art for today’s challenge
Be sure to credit Nan, for her original artwork, especially those of you who plan to format you rwork onto hers.
I can’t wait to see what ink gets poured from this piece…so let’s not wait any longer
Time for the poetry!
Sorry for the delay in posting this blog!
Let’s all send Nan our thanks for letting us use her art!
Jon :love:
And some music to set the mood as we dive into “Ice Blue”…..
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Looked like tree roots on a riverbank taken with a blue camera lens….Kinda sad melancholy-ish
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In the blue of Five in the mornin’
scratchin’ my ass and yawnin’
Head to the river that’s just out back
Underfoot the frost crunch and crack
In the still blue mornin’ misty light
as we lose the last traces of night
Tree roots on the bank frosted blue
Thinkin’ I can’t believe I trusted you
It’s over now, and all I can seem to do
Is try to thaw a heart that’s frozen blue
The waters running black and swift
chunks of windowpane thin ice drift
I want to baptize myself in it’s dark flow
just jump in and just let myself simply go
Losing you was not the reason I guess
It just my world wrapped in blue frostiness
Winter winds scream and tree’s crack
It’s not you I realize that I want back
It’s the green of spring , sound of laughter
As I prepare to jump, that’s what I’m after
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Wow a chillingly fascinsting piece Nan! Thanks for letting us use it for a poetic muse this week! I chose to interpret the forms I saw more than the title, I hope you don’t mind. Also, I’m working offsite tonight and so did not attempt to PnP it, but I expect to do so later today.
Ingestinal Fortitude
In the belly of the beast,
a thwarted feast!
Cilia reach out
to digest the snout,
but not they could.
Pinnochio was only wood.
Smoke from his fire
rose higher and higher.
Old Monstro sneezes,
exhaling breezes.
The ingested emerge
by great whale’s purge.
Copyright October 23rd 2011 RGD
The pic is rather cilia or Baleen like..Great write 😀
Very sweet sweetie, say by by…..
Such gorgeous art and poetry. Thanks so much, Nan, for sharing your talent with us.
Much better upside down..
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LIVIN’ ON NO NAME KEY
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Along the coral waving to and fro
Down the Lagoon in a blue glow
Fronds of Anemone gently flutter
As I pass by seeking my supper
In Boca Chica “Submarine pits
Hunting lobster abalone and limpits
At the campsight a hubcap on the fire
Melting the butter for a feast to inspire
Any gormand or hobo in the keys
Livin’ large in the soft island breeze
Had a dog poker who committed suicide
Or is sitting in Cuba at Castro’S side
Swam off for a Frisbee and never returned
I was busy watching a girl get sunburned
There was a Cuban baker who sold bread
It tastes just like back home he said
A loaf of bread and a shellfish feast
Kept us fed, there was that at least
Tourists dropped by with plenty of beer
And that was my laziest do nothing year.
What a perfectly descriptive mono-rhyme :entertained: :groovy:
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Twilight was that Dawn Dish-washing Liquid blue
That horid Koolade color that tastes like batery acid
And cold, colder than a welldiggers ass in February
And I was half stoned and well, somewhat lucid
The ice frosted on the window pane sparkled
like sequins on a gay disco dancing fairy
My greasy mexican T.V. dinner sank like a stone
It’s only October but feels like it’s friggin’ january
My gut filled with Dos Equis beer and a bog of pork rinds
Recliner is painted in cheese doodle dust and catshit
Sitting in my easy chair in underwear but no one minds
Alone and cold here since Eunice went out to protest
Packed a bag, wanted to be a part of the damn 99 percent
She wants to change the world she said, slammin the door
Me I’m watchin’ springer then the Daily show, I’m content
Got my unemployment and a few under the table jobs
got porno and poker, huntin’ and fishin and beer
I’m what I am, and so’s all them wall street slobs
I give what I can to the salvation army and firemen’s ball
and wall street and corperations fund their charitys too
Hell freezin over and the worlds gone totally mad
I’m halfway up shit creek paddling my own damned canoe
The ice is thin but I read the sign
If your goin’ under it’s no fault of mine
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Nooo Words Neeeded As Bump Just Tinks It Just AAA Goood Place Tooo Jump In & Swim ~
Thank You for your beautiful Art Nan……….and Jon for the wonderful set up of Simple Sunday…. :love: :love: :love: :love:
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Long as we’re still treadin’ water life is just ducky…. 🙂
YOu guys rock!
Here’s one from me which I managed to pull together at the last minute!! Glad to make it here though! Love the poems people!
Hope you like this!!
Jon
Chewin On Ice Cubes Again… III Seee !!! 😉
Did III Drink 7 ??? Or Was it 3 ???