But he loved me first

“I know which way the wind blows through you…”
~Berryl

~~~~~

Why is it this way, when he left his heart behind?
Gave me his secrets you would not have?

Why then, does the wind blow cold and stark?

He called them scraps
that
nobody wanted.

I saw three quarters of a man, mercurial,
slip through my fingers.
Pieces of him crushed and ground down into fine sand,
swept into a box, hidden away upon a shelf.

We all live in our cages.
Some more comfortable than most.

But I’ve amputated! I don’t need them, see?”
He tried to tell me.

Burned those dreams and shelved them;
Aye, I see.

He loved me first, and long after.

A door left open; so why did he stay?

All I have left to me are ashes,
running through my fingers.

~~~~~

Drawing is the sweet melody I had forgotten

Perhaps that sounds overly dramatic, but you’ll find out in short order that I love dramatic flare. ::laughs::

Life is meant to be dazzling, and euphoric… so often it isn’t. So often we let it get that way, and accept the status norm. …and I mean that, not ‘status quo’ as that’s not the bar we should aim to set; it’s the one we set so that we never fail. Our comfort zone, no matter how squalid.

And yet, this frantic need to work and draw! Oh, I’ve been running on an effervescent high for days. Days! I am past the panic now. We are hitting elation… I am really, really blessed to be able to sit at my computer and let the demands of Motherhood fall to the sides for a few days. Working into the wee hours, being spared the production of preparing my eldest for school, save to braid her beautifully long hair…

To work in black and white… I never thought that was something that could be appreciated by others. Granted,  this is my comfort zone I am learning to grow from,  but also an area at which I really shine.

For love of prospects,  love of process,  and love of creating beauty. Heady combination.  :)

 

 

ue o’muite arukou

(ue o’muite arukou)

I look up when I walk,
So that the tears won’t fall…

~~~~~

“I’m happy that you’re drawing, but I wish you wouldn’t draw for me.”
Well Kitten, you got your wish.

These aren’t for you, and they’re glorious.

(But, I still wish you could see them.)

So you want to start a comic?

I bet there are a bunch of websites and tutorials on how to start up a web comic. It’s actually something my husband and I have cracked jokes about for oh, gawd… eight? ten years? Since the very first time we pooled our video game collection together and made a crack about enjoying video games a little too much, and well… I’ll just leave that to whenever I actually draw a web comic, right? I suppose the truth and reality of the matter is that you just stop… making excuses and DO it. Unfortunately, deciding on how to represent everyone is just a mystery to me.  One not helped by the fact that the subject matter in these sketches are three (left), and five (right). I really need to practice and learn how to draw children. (Apparently!) ::sweatdrop:: Material was never the problem… it’s always been the ability to draw people accurately and quickly. :P