Hello my friends!
I want to take a moment to say THANK YOU for all your kind birthday wishes. You guys are just plain AWESOME!
I've written a poem for the occasion. Please feel free to leave feedback.
36On every birthdayI want to take this opportunity to talk about DA Groups.
I think back
on all the years
that I've lived.
Today I am reflective
on nothing in particular
all at once.
I look at my daughter.
I beam with pride
at the young lady
she has become.
I can't help but
stand in awe
at how much she
and can hold a grudge
just like me.
I take my husband's hand
waiting for his needle
to work its magic.
I want his art to be
a part of me,
now and forever
but not confused.
36 is more than three decades
which is kind of weird
to think about
when I feel so young.
Childhood has been reborn
in my offspring-
my nieces and nephews too.
My own memories
mixed with theirs
in the form of traditions
I've demanded be passed on.
Today I celebrate
Today I want
at least 36 more years.
I've always enjoyed the groups here- they give me a chance to explore DeviantArt in a way that exposes me to SO many wonderful pieces of art and artists.I am currently founder of two groups.
The first is
This group is all about LIGHT. Everything from fire to fireworks- light painting to tools of the trade.
Light...it's such an interregnal part of photography and this group celebrates that.
This group celebrates ALL types of art.
With over 60,000 members this group encompasses too many thing to name here.
It's a great place to find new art and gain exposure to your own.
Check it out!I am a Co-Founder in:
A Poetry group which I ADORE.
They just announced a new contest. Check their blog for details!
All you poets are gonna love this one!
Childhood and Butterflies ContestHello everyone!
It gives me great pleasure to announce our next contest- Childhood and Butterflies.
We want you to write about your childhood and we want you to do it in a butterfly cinquain form.
What is a butterfly cinquain? Check here for an explanation: http://www.forwardpoetry.com/post/how-to-write-a-butterfly-cinquain.html
I have a few in my gallery:
Let's get the pesky rules out of the way.
1. You must be a member to participate.
2. You are allowed 1 entry per person
3. The deadline for submissions is 12/23. This gives you plenty of time to come up with something awesome!
4. Entries must be a new deviation- something written specifically for this contest.
5. You MUST mention this contest in your artist comments and if you could fav this journal, that would be much appreciated!
We will pick one winner who will receive 100 points.
We will also have 2 honorable mentions that will get 25 points
With over 20,000 members there is no better place to get your Unknown Photography some much needed exposure.
I think the title says it all.
Now this group... I am an editor, critiquer and staff blogger.
This group is all about poetry.
In need of a critique for your poem? Join and I can provide you one.
Calling ALL Photographers!
You can submit TWO deviations per day and as long as it's a photograph- It's accepted. I am a Contributor for:
This has been, and continues to be, one of my favorite groups.
They accept most types of art and since the quality of work is just sublime.
And because I think these NEED to be shared, please enjoy a few new deviations I stumbled upon today.
i will not tolerate anything but love from youI left lithe lilies
on your porch step,
petals open, smooth
with the sun's caress.
You left me frost flowers.
icy stems cracking with
the slightest touch.
'But they are beautiful,'
you pleaded as I poured
water onto them, melting
their wintry exterior.
'They are, but I despise
winter because you always
leave me icebound.'
Caesura--C.Sea foam layers salt rings
like age lines on beached birch wood,
shattered shells scattered like treasures
across soft sand that shifts itself
into hiding between bare skin
I watch turtles hatch and meander
like men toward different beginnings,
the veins of better things
etched like hieroglyphs
on humpbacked shells,
and I can't help but wonder
if maybe I should start crawling, too.
Instead, I pick bits of sea kelp
out of half-decaying seashells
and watch the sun
dip a goodbye to the breeze again.
They say you can hear the ocean
if you put one to your ear,
so I tilt my head and listen
to the whispers that beckon from
the bottom of a half-remembered
Lofted on a breeze
headed out like a ship on calm waves,
phantom voices bicker
over which promises to sell me;
I hiccup heavy heartbeats
and wonder why empty words
are so much easier to swallow
for the broken.