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The tree in my back yard
on dark and stormy days
Becomes a life like creature
that peers out all gloomy and grey.
The water drips down
the thick recesses of the bark,
in well sought out paths,
eerily calling forth the beings
from within the tree.
Water, life giving water
falling from the sky
awakens my senses
and opens my eyes
to see.
The living souls all around us
the ones we do not see.
Other dimensions and places in time.
Uniquely linked and networked
in worlds unknown.
What we think we see,
we do not know
and what we think we know,
we do not see,
for blind are we to other lives
seeing not but our own.
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Under the snow
not under a bridge.
Is where this troll
of the snow dose live.
Many have tried to
play in the snow.
Only to return with
cold noses and toes.
Always seeking
refuge that a warm
home can give.
Be careful when
you venture out,
that your trip is
quick
Remember, under the
snow, is where the
snow troll dose live.
When a building is alive,
every corner can see you.
Following your every step
from the inner halls to your
car too.
Walking faster will not save you.
Be polite, do not write on the walls,
throw away your trash too.
These are just a few things
I would remember to do.
Least the building sees you
Heirlooms,
lost,
in another
time and place.
Destined,
to take up,
someone
else's space.
Understanding,
sentiment and family
lines have,
with these items,
been traced.
Emotions,
flowing from
everyone's face.
A death,
often comes with,
the throwing away
of a family's grace.
Created by photographing Grandma's Heirloom jewelry and Dad's hunting string, on a red pillow, mirrored for the view and given a slight detail filter.
A moment captured between whispers and silence. When I created this artwork, I felt the quiet space where thoughts dissolve into emotions. Charcoal and ink on paper, 25x33 cm. Learn more: ilariaberenice.com/en/abstract-faces/reflections-of-silence/
This is mirrored only view of the bottle with water and flashlights I used to create the More than we can see art piece.
Here is the poetic description for the picture.
Lost in the frame
are the pieces
of the mind,
far more than
what you see.
First glance brings
the sudden face,
that smiles
back with glee.
Second glance sees,
the Jesus figure
with arms outstretched
for you and me.
Then comes
two ferry men,
floating on
rushing water.
seeking those
who will pay
their fee..
Last but not least
the dragons face
looking down
at the baby dragon
smiling back at me.