Showing posts with label free poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label free poems. Show all posts

Friday, March 16, 2007

Fantasy Art Woman|Beautiful Women Goddess Art








"Fantasy Art, An Art Goddess and a Mermaid's Story"

Fantasy art
mingles with the colors
my palette, my inspiration
my tune, a fairies dream.
Cold and grey
bold and red
midnight meets a sky of lavender
if I choose to paint it so.

I close my eyes and breathe it in.
I am a fantasy artist
I plot and measure my songs.
I seek out inspiration.

I lie on the cool grass
the sky is my blanket
the moon is my compass.
Sometimes it leads me home
sometimes it takes me afar
I land in forests
or un-traveled seas.

I spy a bird in the air
and I become one.
I dream of magic
cloak my breath with requests.
Let me spin around and dance
lift my cares from this earth
plant orchids near my pathway
and line the trail with golden ribbons.

If there is a goddess in me
I will save her from the dragon
or perhaps I will become one.
I am the mystery in my own story.
I am the tailor of my own myth.
I approach the door anyway I please.

Fantasies live in the art of dreaming.
I write it all down
plot out tomorrow what was yesterday
and paint a desert knowing a waterfall.
I draw the surface of pretend
color it with crayons
and put it in an envelope.
I will open my secret in the afternoon
pour tea and eat chocolate and cookies.

I stand at the oceans roar
it tells me to continue dreaming.
I aspire to be the captain of a ship
that sets out to sail toward the Milky Way.
and I hear a spellbinding call,
"Look out to the beyond dear ones
the horizon is just within your grasp."
I turn to see a mermaid
blushing
as she treasures the illusion
for the message she sang to me.

I am a little girl today
a goddess and woman too.
I do as I please
the sensations are mine
and I alone define them.
Fantasy art
a legend I describe on canvas
or sculpt with clay between my fingers
it is mine.

by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen


Fantasy Art Woman|Beautiful Women Goddess Art
http://www.squidoo.com/kathysart/

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Pixie Faries, Mystical Faries www.kathysart.com





Pixie Faries; Mystical Faries; Elves in Folklore and Myths

I stood outside the doorway
looking down the path
I thought of the box
set out on my table.
I had not opened it as yet.


I stood there feeling the sun
warm measures of new days met my name.
I had picked flowers earlier in the day
defined their unspoken pleasure
set them in vases with branches from trees...
trees I do not know the name of.

I thought of the box
pixie faries
mystical faries
all those elves in folklore and myths.
I thought of the box
ribbons of gold
tape keeping it well sealed
the contents inside
feeling most alone.

I had just returned
the mountains of Africa
had been my pathway.
I met the stride with optimism
and hope.
I had known an adventure
I would never be the same.

What would all the mystical faries say?
I had not mentioned them before
not out loud.

Now...
I stood in the doorway
back home again
wondering about them.
Wondering about myself
if I would ever be able to sing
all those old tunes again.
I would always cherish their lyrics
their melody had been my comfort
my enemy
my confusion at times.
Pixie faries
mystical faries
did they understand?
Had they been patient?
Did they wait for me?
I had known them so well
once long ago.
My childhood held out for fantasy.
I left them there though
somewhere on the path to adulthood.

I long to charm them again.
I hope they will accept my fragile promise
said when I was young.
I would always love them
remember elves in folklore and myth
see fantasy in the flowers
climb trees and see far beyond the grove.

I turned back toward the contents of the box
it sits beneath a vase of roses
on a table inscribed with Chinese drawings.
I left my necklace made of seeds there
purchased for remembrance
the mountains of Africa forever at my call.
A book of Rumi
pages open
setting a stage for sentiments
and understanding.
I walked inside the room
picked up the box.
I looked up sensing a presence
and there you stood
holding the ribbons
already knowing
what was inside.

by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
www.kathysart.com

The painting above,

"Bed of Dreams"

is by me and can be purchased in cards, posters and giclees on my website.