Katie Jeanne Wood

Mixed Media Artist - daily painter of portraits, flowers, abstracts and birds

Red roses & a poem

Katie Jeanne Wood - 9x12 Red Roses Floral No 267

Small to large prints of this red roses floral painting are now available HERE

KINDNESS
by Naomi Shihab Nye

Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.

Read this rest here..

Naomi Shihab Nye’s Beloved Ode to Kindness, Animated 

Hope you have a great weekend. I’ll see you next week. 

 

Bukowski and roses

roses
I will remember the kisses 

our lips raw with love 
and how you gave me 
everything you had 
and how I 
offered you what was left of 
me, 
and I will remember your small room 
the feel of you 
the light in the window 
your records 
your books 
our morning coffee 
our noons our nights 
our bodies spilled together 
sleeping 
the tiny flowing currents 
immediate and forever 
your leg my leg 
your arm my arm 
your smile and the warmth 
of you 
who made me laugh 
again.
 
~Charles Bukowski
 
I’ve been reading Bukowski again..
days go by, and I find another 
gem. 

The Journey

Untitled

This poem resonates with me. I’ve been gone from my childhood hometown for 18 years. I have never regretted the decision to leave. Yet, I do wonder sometimes how my life would be different, if I had listened to the voices (including my own) who told me not to go. If we get a second chance at life, a do over, a reincarnation of sorts..because no one really knows for sure what happens, until they’re dead, right?..maybe next time I’ll stay, and see what happens. 😉 xoxo

The Journey 

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice–
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do–
determined to save
the only life you could save.
~Mary Oliver

 
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