Two poems and thoughts

 Random thoughts:

 

my cat has taken to parking herself in my chair every morning before dawn, and not leaving until I pick her up, protesting and hanging like a limp cloth, waving her whiskers at me and half-flattening her ears until I put down her feet gently on the floor beside me and she looks up and says 'oh, it's like this now, huh?' and curls around the foot of the chair in determination that she will remain as close to as exactly where she wishes to be as possible, with this human involved in the process

 

I would like some larger paper, and then I use what I've got

and that takes me long enough already, so I guess that's that

 

I look at my inks and my pigment pens and think I've used up some and don't touch others... but they sell the pens in packs and then I pick up one of the ones I don't usually use and take it for a stroll to do what it can do on the paper in front of me, the same with purple pencils, and reds, and then I am using eight types of things on one piece of paper and perhaps this is how I learn things... they say we all learn through play

 

 

two Poems from today : 

 

 

knitting : what may or may not be a stocking hat

 and the yarn was quite a pain to start out on the dpns, I thought about giving up but decided to give it a little longer, and now I'm a few inches in and maybe just maybe it will come to a fruition

 

Follow that Car

 

Somedays, it can look like a mess

it can be frustrating as hell at times

you can be uncertain you've got enough materials

or if you will ever have the time to finish it

to the standard that is in your mind's eye

and yet, you continue

and that, is when you know you're on to something

Mr. Taximan, follow that car

it's going my way

 

 

  

colored pencil drawing : available at mariemeyer.etsy.com   

the bird was in the grain of the paper, so it truly had to be drawn

Nesting Thoughts

 

All the words have fluttered away from me

in this hour of nesting

thoughts and habits

an hour of practice

unlike any other – even when they start the same

just like words – the image begins at one point

and before I can figure out what to say

it is already taking its own path

I am simply following

the way the motion goes

the crow’s line

drawn between two points

I did not choose

lessons for life

 

 

 sketchbook

I've got a couple of other things I did today, as well.. 

 

 left-handed drawing with some right-handed coloring in on the plant