Writing
Found Round Objects
2/16/2015
The streets are paved with silver
washers and rusted screws
From construction sites long gone.
The body trembles gleefully as I
Rescue these jewels from city sewers,
Discarded plastic lids and bottle caps,
Brightly color coded
Blues, yellows, and reds.
Reside in my new favorite
Cylindrical clear plastic
Talenti gelato containers.
Even hula hoops, drum skins,
record albums and CDs,
Live in my studio cosmos.
An oasis of objects
slugging about amidst
drawing scraps and
wires and
whatnots.
Wondering and wandering
within arms reach.
Flowing, failing, flailing and
yes, free falling.
March 21,2016
I don’t find it funny to be in pain or to struggle with not knowing when I will have too much fluid or too little salt. The symptoms tell a story that my own narrative can’t begin to paint. I’m bright green today with twinges of black spots in the places that sit my heart and lungs. When my lungs expand like a balloon, they gray out in that transparent way that stretching does.
My heart holds all the tension. It carries my dreams and hopes and sends me tucking my head under the covers. The blood flow gets stuck in places that ache and carries me to a place of nausea and insomnia.
Today was one of those….replaying the words of… I had a feel good weekend and today, I’m not. Here we go again! Salvation comes at 7pm with the blood report and an overall sense of relief. A plan is in place -I can relax now…or can I. It’s my choice to make the most of the tomorrow. I am grateful that I have the choice. That’s the only thing in my control- my attitude and spirit….
Portrait of Water - mixed media sculpture & poem
Archaic eyes see
Waters explode.
Flooded tracks stops city
Commuters stranded
Nature’s fury strikes…
Gabriel dances in puddles
Angelic
with abandoned
Contentment
Time to go now
Dive into the waters
of the Caribbean
Melt away in the
cerulean sea.
Drift aimlessly
with fierce intention
Kissed with memory
water is life.
“Portraits of Water” was created using post consumer non- biodegradable formed polystyrene (Styrofoam) packing material as its base. The lightweight permanence of the material is encased to look heavy, sharply contrasting the ephemeral and transcendent qualities of water.
Kokoro, Vermont - Summer Journal Writing 8/14/97
All I Imagined
To be in the present moment
to plan here and now
to feel the power
to feel the suns energy penetrating
absorbing nurturing a solar experience
mixed with water
sounds of rushing water thunder by
while a small tweet or chirp of a bird sound from afar.
Wind blows slow ripples lake or pond
it’s all I imagined
magical and powerful
it nourishes and strengthens me
as I move through my own rhythms
and find deep satisfaction.
Beyond a world filled with stuff to do
I am here sitting or expelling with stuff
creating energy sitting or laying as days go by
I here (hear) tap tap tap of stone being carved
and my desires as my desires to dance
energy dies for lack of physical safety.
For stone its for always for dance I do not know...
Alive with dreams steady chirp of bird I see or not
find solace in the solitude
I sit or lay or move upon these grounds.
Images and impressions and notes that I’ve noticed
darkness of wet wood has less appeal than before
secret code of speaking energy
flying up and down as a car goes by very infrequently
and the brook babbles stream moves water
from the rain and the waterfall has arrived as promised.
No disappointment,all that I’ve imagined for myself.
Solitude and solidarity the part of me is in you
as generations set us apart yet passion keeps up together.
Sending or souring (soaring) by with brain intents.
My brain thinks in starts and stops now
I find a voice that simplifies the chaos the staticness from motions
Artist and physicists Science and art fascinating many opportunities
for those that know their needs and find what they need.
Water seeks its own level – an expression I’ve thought about lately...
The Allegorical Diamond in the Mud, whose Brilliance is Undimmed by Temporary Conditions
(June 2018— A collaborative chance poem created using FB and Instagram friends’ suggestions for naming this painting.)
- RobinGlassman 1/31/2018
Fire, rebirth
Exuberance of light in memory.
Resilience
Light emanate
Sea birth.
Hidden allegorical diamond is temporary.
Life’s fire-roasted renewal,
The reawakening.
And rise sunrise waters,
Sea and sky arises.
Ashes box.
Light of incidental shine,
Milkweed a bursting.
Diamond Atlantis treasure.
A huge heartfelt thank you to the following contributors:
BarbaraJean Briskey, Claire Harris Tunick, Marisa Goldstein, Phyllis Capello, Janet Morgan, Madge Treeger, Ivy Jeanne Brown, Gregory Frux, Judy Stossel, Pamela Turczyn, Karen Hurley, Bruce Markow, Lori Magnotti, Merrill Tannor, Sharon Lazerson, Ann Klahr,
Dina Rose Friedman, Ellen Ronis, Robin Holder, Susan Knightly,
Sheila Mathews Elmer, Andrea Sperling, Havalah Collins, Mickie Mandel, Sylvia Brewster, Stuart Garber, Robin Dann, Stephanie Hagopian, Jeanne Glassman Clair, S.Lee Robinson, Stephanie Damova, Jo Ann O’Rear, Katherine Hagopian Berry
