can be …
euphoria,
longingness, belonging,
physical, heart centered,
familial, natural,
joyous, sad,
bearable, unbearable,
heard, understood,
misunderstood, raw,
vulnerable, tender,
truthful, hurtful,
void, empty,
here and gone,
a hug or a smile through another’s eyes,
I believe it will ALWAYS come back to where it belongs – your heart – my heart – our souls – our homes.
© Anita Adams 2018
new on Medium
© 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’
Tradition
Holiday
Family Reunions
Fireworks
Sparklers
Games and Barbecues
Hot, steamy, humid afternoons
Time for a swim in a creek, river or backyard bin
When Americans immigrated from all corners of the world collide and celebrate the freedoms we have with one big grin.
Today we don’t celebrate quite the same, the America I know is divided, Republican and Democrat, Liberal and Unaffiliated, White or Black, Woman or Man, Child or Adult and so many other prejudices I care not to name their parts.
What holds me in Gratitude, is Faith. A Faith that God exists and will prevail over the injustices of this country and world. Peace will once again settle in all of our bones and hearts. Until then, I will continue to share the peace and love planted in my heart so long ago with all of those I meet through writing and art.
Peace. Shalom. Heiwa, Pace, Paix, Sholem, Beke, Pax, Paz, Frieden
No agenda
Mass last night
the day is a blank canvas
long awaited
the birds are singing
the frog is silent
a misty morning in June
the trail is calling
like a prayer
Come walk in the wood
I reply I’ll be there soon.
©Anita Adams 6/18/2017
I love this image by Frederic Leighton entitled “Flaming June”.
The painting evokes:
The only thing missing for me is the smell of honeysuckle which is so rich in the month of June.
Sweetness abounds! All one has to do is open your eyes and look around.
Happy June!
~ Anita Adams
and FAITH calls
a poem arises in me like the sun
to my desk with pen and journal in hand
the words flow as the pink clouds appear like a prayer
a new day dawns and all that’s in it is spirit full.
Robert Louis Stevenson, utters a whisper: “Smile and wake up you sleepy head.”
© Anita Adams
Grateful for the rain
for the blessings pouring on my window panes
for windows to view the outdoor world
the green lushness of grasses, flowers and trees
birds singing and nesting
the art of natures rhythm and melodic sounds fill the air
and all at once announce, “spring is here!”
© Anita Adams
Called to Write 