Intricate

 Painstakingly hand-crafted  ......

My right hand shakes when BP’s high,

Plus, I've no vision in one of my eyes,

These limitations contribute to the resulting shapes,

That from imperfections arise.

..... by Jacqui 

Divinely Chosen

 Jamie Anderson: "Grief is love, with no place to go." 

Love taken away,  with no hope for return, 

Into grief gets translated,

For, "Grief is love,  with no place to go" 

Where the heart has disintegrated.

Lessons Learnt, Lessons Implemented

 

From Monochrome In 2022-2023 To Colour in 2023-2024

 

In September 2022 I completed 10 Years as a childless widow. 

To commemorate that landmark, I dedicated the past 12 months to innumerable pen sketches in stark Black and White with the tag line: 

"With the abject darkness given,

Beauty I sought to create, 

Made slits in that canvas of black,

To allow light to infiltrate."

In September 2023, I embarked on a new series of pen sketches, in the colours that I love.

To Where All Senses Are Attuned

 20.02.2021

To Where All Senses Are Attuned

As the sun sets over the horizon

Orange streaks into dark rose melds

Gradually seeping into violet, 

And the blackness steadily descends.

But the beauty of that changing canvas

Now with twinkling stars festooned

Loses out to a broken heart

To where all senses are attuned.

The soundless keening cries of loss

In the air abounds

And that eerie silence 

Blots out all other sounds.

 

As the night progresses

The longing in intensity grows

To be loved, cherished and protected

By the one that one adores.

And the sky grows darker

Into the predawn black

Matching emotions perfectly 

The 'Lack-Of-Hope' pitch-black.

The sun rises over the horizon

And the dawn sky steadily loads

From sombre grey, to violet to pink

Cheerful blue, making inroads.

But the beauty of that changing canvas

With fluffy clouds now festooned

Loses out to a broken heart

To where all senses are attuned.

... Jacqui