Friday, April 29, 2011

Natures Poetry

Escaped from an ornate belt, it happened on an Indian Summers Day.
I realized calmness in me that I never thought I had or could retrieve
naturally. Something magical happened, climbing up inside of me, has reached its peak and needed an open space for relief.

Reminded sometimes of past sexual desires, this burning is put out and replaced. 
By trees, stripped by time, limitless weather, and natural green. 
A balance I could not find in one place, but many: 
Woods, creeks, brooks, rivers…  and the oceans that shift back and forth.  

Connecting and disconnecting, like the cells in my body. 
Relating to that large body of water with great punctuation, magnanimous thoughts of spiritual freedom and beauty and innocence.

Sensual clouds of shrubbery on the ground and in the sky 
Inhuman, but human to me     
because I feel at one with it.

A wild road of balance to hold onto
and think about everywhere I go.  
This has unleashed a jealousy held in for years   
and replaced with a tranquility I’ve had for years  
but never felt so strongly until-

One Indian Summers Day…

-by Sandra Mally

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

All that is ART is the ultimate feeling!

Art is a SCREAM!  Art is a SCARE!  Everything is art... Post your feelings about it, whether you are an artist or not, I want to know how everything around you affects you!  Don't be shy.  You can post anonymously, or through Google, Word press, open ID, or a blog follower...whatever your preference.    And visit me on Face Book too!!

Wednesday, January 7, 2009