Tell Me (revised)

Cloaks of solitude hit the floor,
My traveling boots outside your door.
Naked.  Vulnerable.  I come to you,
So make up lies or tell me true.
Weave a story if you please,
To curl my toes and melt my knees.
Rock me, love me, through the night,
Snuggle near and strike the light.

I want to bask in candle glow,
To feel alive and yet… I know.
Lonely hearts wear a silent mask.
Want me, I plead, but cannot ask.
Shadows pass by in the night,
Regret may steal the morning light.
So ride the crest before the wave,
Drifting back into slumber haze.

Alone, I sink into the whirl,
Of haunting dreams, a nightly swirl.
In my astral boots trimmed in fur,
I saw you with your someday her,
And slipped away without a sound,
Standing firm, feet on the ground.
Trains to nowhere revealed too much,
Without you here, I long for touch.

It makes no sense, I don’t know why,
Attempts at companionship go awry.
So tell me a story to weave into dreams,
Snuggled safe in soft moonbeams.
Pretend for a moment that all is well,
And hold me under an orator’s spell.
Thank you dear, my friend, sweet love,
Time marches on, free as a dove.

©2013 N.Barnes

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Perhaps I should have picked a dark night scene image to go with the poem, but I keep thinking bloom where you are planted even if it’s in a patch of weeds.  Night dreams fade in the light of day.

So… which do you like best? 

The original is up here, could add a link but it shouldn’t be hard to find, look in the poetry section if you want to read it again. 

This version is shorter and I think stronger.

Thanks for reading!

Cups & Meta

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Wrapping up unfinished art projects here, including this colored pencil and watercolor piece called “Cups” shown above (cell phone photo snapped before glass was added to the re-claimed frame).  It is 8×16 inches or roughly 9×17 framed, if you are in need of long skinny artwork.  Available for view or sale at Metamorphosis in Struthers, Ohio.

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This mosaic tile is also at Metamorphosis now.  Did you see it on display at the YSU Festival of the Arts?  Tiles for the public art project were laid out like quilt squares near the rock.  Here is a photo snapped when I was there. 

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I was surprised by the lack of entries this year, not as many as in years before.  I hope more people participate next year as it is fun and I always like to see what others do with the object provided.  Maybe some people shy away as they think they have to be an “Artist” with a capital A to play.  I happen to be an artist of the camp of the little a, who laughs at, snoody attitudes.  Anyone can make art. 

Yes, the copper/steel floral piece called “Art Grows in Youngstown” was in the back row (the only 3D scupture/assemblage there) but I accidentally snapped the photo too low, cut the height off.  That piece is also at Metamorphosis, look for it in the window if you happen to drive by.  Or better yet, stop and wander in during open studio hours.

Metamorphosis is an artist co-op with shared studio space located in a store front in downtown Struthers, but it is not like your average art gallery type place.  It is pretty laid back.  Anyone can wander in during open studio hours on Thursday and Saturday nights to check out the art on display, watch artists at work, or kick back and enjoy coffee and conversation.  Feel free to bring your own art supplies and play in a creative environment, check place out and talk to Becky, if interested in becoming a member.  Meta needs more artist members (and/or art sales) to be self-sufficient.  I plug Meta because I am a member and I want to see it keep going.  This is Becky’s dream, Meta has a purpose, but I will let Becky tell you about that… I believe in her dream.

Monday nights at Meta are “open mic” poetry nights, which is fun and also open to the public.  The crowd is friendly and not too big, so it is a great practice place if you want to get comfy reading your poetry out loud.  I read my first poem there last Monday.  It wasn’t as scary as I thought it would be.

Oh well… thanks for viewing my art.  If you are local to the Mahoning Valley, I hope you come to Meta and see it in person.