How does one get through it
from the beginning as a child, helpless and homeless
with love and tenderness
questions and falls
How does one get through it
from teenage years, believing the knowledge learned is all that’s needed to survive
bad decisions, determination, and a decision to survive, not die
How does one get through it
with faith, prayer, friends and an inner longingness to answer one’s call
©Anita Adams 2017
Someone once asked Where does love go when the lights go out?
Love is love – it’s an action – it’s a dance – it’s a balancing act
Loss brings one to their knees – to the ground – spinning them around
Love is loss turned inside out and upside down
Where does love go when the lights go out? To sleep I imagine – to dream – to hope and believe.
©Anita Adams
Flaming June
From Francis Weller’s website: http://www.wisdombridge.net
Dreams like fireflies in a vessel
longing to be free – to escape
gasping for air in the jar holding them captive
until the dreamer releases them
they fly away
free – to be realized
to be acknowledged
be seen – be heard
like words on a page
until they are read
read with the heart
fireflies and dreams – fly free
fly high
to become the dreams that were dreamt by the dreamer
© Anita Adams 9/11/17
a new month
with new views
clouds are clearing
the sky is robin egg blue
©Anita Adams
ten
a rosary
double digits
5th grade
sophmore
married souls
who have forged a relationship based in love, respect, kindness and adventure with a huge helping of chocolate gratitude.. enough to share♥️
by Anita Adams 8/18/17
windows
fascinated by them
their unusual panes
no panes
how the light is reflected in the room
or rooms
what is warmed by the sun’s rays
what is seen by the viewer
nature, grass, trees, leaves, birds, sky, flowers, ponds, ocean, sand, colors, streets
for the dreamer
– everything
©Anita Adams
floating across a blue sky
so often go unnoticed
in a rainbow of colors
puffy white creatures
gray and ominous
pink and heavenly
red and thunderous
scattered and striped with a rainbow or ‘sundog’
no two days are the clouds alike
look up – notice
these passing clouds
may they bring you a smile – a sense of awe
©Anita Adams 8/4/17
I used to draw with my brothers for hours on Saturday mornings watching Looney Tune cartoons. I still have some of my pencil drawings. It was one of my favorite things to do. You might ask what happened?
What happened to the Artist
being a girl in a house full of men
growing up in a family where women were only thought of as servants, not friends
so, this young girl left home at an early age and began her own family
never completely abandoning the Artist/Writer within
the writer still writes and the artist still creates
© Anita Adams
As Pablo Picasso says- The trick is to remain an artist when he (she) grows up.
This is one of my favorite pieces of Art by Picasso ‘Nude’
Called to Write 