Before the Brush
512: just a poem II
by pbsartist | November 20, 2024 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
when hope settles in after a long departure it seems improbable to have felt anything less than this now
511: just a poem
by pbsartist | November 18, 2024 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
Do not resist the coming of the day it spends itself willingly so that you that's it just you can rise and smile stretch if you have it in you and lean into the wonder that has been there all along do not resist the coming of the day its inexhaustible presentation...
510: hearts branches
by pbsartist | November 16, 2024 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
in the branches of the sidewalk trees my heart rests from long ago youthful aspirations dreams really but back then what was I to know those wonderful wonderings and seemingly oh so real visions cascading through my head my soul would grow starling nests squirrel away...
509: this body life
by pbsartist | November 14, 2024 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
just keep pace with the day and never ask what is this body life We are here for more than our self and yet we still have that self body form skin bone hair nails eyes teeth tonsils earlobes tend hold cherish when we remember this is why we are here what if oh...
508: n0 epiphanies please
by pbsartist | November 12, 2024 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
no elephant to tease my soul no wings to tickle my heart no answer to the daily request for miracles this wobbly place I stand enough the laughter bright on face knowing better the need the never ceasing and yet how always fulfilled despite our ridiculous...
507: the sun stays past dinnertime
by pbsartist | November 10, 2024 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
The first hint of a season changing hands the initiation goes unnoticed just another plate at the table but then you look up a little brighter than before you realize the asking for more than lifting the covers the hot water bottle stored away though frost on the bent...
506: ah the body
by pbsartist | November 8, 2024 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
so rich for nourishment so weak by words others speak so flush with first breath the trust of naivity it is not to cynicism turned this is reality yet in so far as it is so there is another way perhaps my soul says it will come there is another life can I begin...
505: scrim
by pbsartist | November 6, 2024 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
quiet at the margins my life has come to this the rush of days the voices of otherings the lessons prescribed to be taught none of these and all of these filtered through the scrim of years now piled full of nourishment said to sustain healing I want it all and none...
504: she follows the weather
by pbsartist | November 4, 2024 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
a barometer to her days snuggled into a circle the rains will keep her tidily tight and cozy tomorrow sunshine warm skies she'll beg and prance to be taken for a walk allowed to lounge against the white reflections warming her fur is this a dog's life when the final...
503: voices
by pbsartist | November 2, 2024 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
listen to the wildest voices in your head they tell a story of something so true the battle they'll win in your listening is one they've fought since birth against the outside against the world against the voices that profess otherwise as if they know something to be...
502: clay
by pbsartist | October 31, 2024 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
human is a shepherd of clay. this said Heidegger I can agree to an extent or an interpretation joy and pleasure as well as pain and sorrow do not belong to us they are formed from the clay that has held so many voices recombined into the being we become this short...
501: what if this
by pbsartist | October 29, 2024 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
what if this melancholia were supposed to be not a bane an invasion a something to shun and get rid of what if it were here to speak or to simply be in much the same way joy visited in 1992 or wonder in 1990 or shock in '93 what if melancholy were always simply here...
500: thoughts embed in materials
by pbsartist | October 27, 2024 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
things I am often now aware I am feeling experiencing on the skin level rise to tell stories in the paint at the end of my brush great strokes of truth rise and become where something previously was nothing I have felt this for decades the becoming of soul across the...
499: just not that
by pbsartist | October 25, 2024 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
I feel something in me I know I've a lot left I can turn outside and point my finger waggle my arm at the injustice but I know its just not that sure the world is a whole new place altered in ways I never saw coming certainly never prepared for like others with...
498: if one
by pbsartist | October 23, 2024 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
does it matter to you if I believe is there a change in your world that causes you concern alarm in the form of care isn't really that don't be dismayed by my millipeded ways I'm trying to meet my world reaching into every nook and cranny determined to find the truth...
497: land of the free is only for the brave
by pbsartist | October 21, 2024 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
he called to ask for the PCP contact it has been awhile but I pull it from the contacts grateful I listed it under doctor long its been since able to turn to such without adding to the symptoms they say he's fine all is well just routine his concern for his heart...
496: nooks and crannies life
by pbsartist | October 19, 2024 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
I'd like to show you my nooks and crannies life come visit for awhile in summer hang around on the porch the patio in back is nice as well we wave and smile at the neighbors sharing the driveway petting the dog doing their life next door there's room enough for a few...
495: remembered to truth
by pbsartist | October 17, 2024 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
am I pulling my weight am I doing my share am I holding my own it's been five years of sloughing off the former way I carried the world low and behold Sisyphus was never my calling big surprise imitation only goes so far then one has to put down the cat who copies and...
494: simple
by pbsartist | October 15, 2024 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
what's it mean to be simple? is it a mind thing or is there more to it? can it be (as simple as) living closer to the bone there are many who do this and I wouldn't say they like it I am looking for a simple that is embraced embracing gives as much as it gets and that...
493: poppycock
by pbsartist | October 13, 2024 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
the self help motivational inspiring microphones speak poppycock to the ones who've been there just know we do not find that perfect love once we have solved our own soul longing finding this love is the solving we go on from there to the place where with hands held...
492: a lightening of the sky blanket
by pbsartist | October 11, 2024 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
has left my lap dewy and chilled I am not yet ready for the night shroud to lift itself from my chest do not expose my soul to these mists of daytime I would rather not rise into the morning along with the billowy darkness as it shakes the edges of high quilted clouds...
491: one of those moments
by pbsartist | October 9, 2024 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
where you find yourself just there not sure how there became here so suddenly do the task take care of the need show up for the call attend to the cry then there in that quickened breath it occurs to you in this moment life presented you with Life* regardless of best...
490: ah to be human
by pbsartist | October 7, 2024 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
shall we get it right this time or maybe we are maybe this is all according to plan which makes it very difficult when one's CAD looks so very different humans are here for creativity innovation compassion were that this blueprint were so perhaps we've been reading it...
489: metaphors
by pbsartist | October 5, 2024 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
sometimes they’re just greeting cards avoiding calcification be clear on what you bring and you will thrive soul soil sweat the alchemy of my hands at work kindness generosity inspiration the ingredients behind the taste in that bite
488: free and wild
by pbsartist | October 3, 2024 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
the rains have joined hands with wind their dance upon my metal roof that of a thousand hooves imagine! the four year old winter dreamings
487: the rest of perfect motion
by pbsartist | October 1, 2024 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
reality is a strong draft I constantly step into the front of the line when an idea hits me ‘I’ve got this one!’ I shout… sitting comfortably in the back seat belt fastened smiling at the driver through the rear view mirror holding John’s backward-stretched hand he...
486: if I could lift you up
by pbsartist | September 29, 2024 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
would it be worthy enough to count as a Way would it serve to be a blessing or would I be placing a curse upon the footsteps we all walk others before us others still to come some part of me in them and you in me and us in it all inspiration I say and kindness and...
485: how many of us can see it
by pbsartist | September 27, 2024 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
each of us walking side by side yet alone full of a life lives inside with pulse and blood of their own every thing we have done and been through every experience of tears and of joy every time we turned left we have each chosen life with a pulse that becomes what it...
484: off spring
by pbsartist | September 25, 2024 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
Can I be read in my writing? Does it help readers bent over my words get the tell of my condition? Is the ache of my heart and the storm of my head leaked out onto the page as they each gently hold the edge of it in their fingertips, trying to not muss the black ink...
483: times like these
by pbsartist | September 23, 2024 | OPENstudio | 0 Comments
I believe because in times like these this is the strongest power I can take possession of the truth that lies dormant latent to rise to form a new way hands raised healing there is time not much but some of us are paying attention paying in ways the others wont...