Poems and Ponderings

During the past few days this verse popped into my head, most of you might familiar with it: T o everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under the sun. A time to be born and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted; a time to kill and a time to heal ... a time to weep and a time to laugh; a time to mourn and a time to dance ... a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to lose and a time to seek; a time to rend and a time to sew; a time to keep silent and a time to speak; a time to love and a time to hate; a time for war and a time for peace. ecclesiastes 3:1-8   It very much ties in with my lessons learned these past few years... 

I was going through my books, yes I am still writing(almost) every day ;), and came across this: I have learned that every choice I made brought me here - where I am today... I have learned to have faith and trust the process (life) I have learned waking up each morning with hope is what got me going I have learned to find peace within myself I have learned  that a smile shared is a gift.... I wrote this one the other day when I was decorating my home for Christmas, the first time after 4 years, and my mind wandered, thinking of the last few years and how this process of life, and  trust and faith brought me to where I am today...

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Only after the last farmer has been killed When the last tree has been cut When the beasts have left the open plains When the waters are filled with toxins of the dead Then they'll turn against each other 2011, © JSZ Adapted from this following poem: Only after the last tree has been cut down. Only after the last river has been poisoned. Only after the last fish has been caught. Only then will you find that money cannot be eaten”. Prophecy of the Cree Native American Tribe

In case you wondered why I used  'resurrect and not rise' in my last post: last line: ...to let go and in the end resurrect like the Phoenix out of the Ashes! http://www.thefreedictionary.com/resurrect

Ode to Me I received a few emails voicing  concerns about the last line of my poem ... spread my wings and die Lets have look at the date, it is the year 2008,  as it is important to understand my frame of mind when I wrote this poem. In this Ode to Me, I begin by acknowledging that I am a strong woman and a free spirit. And then I continue to realize that I am about to, need to, change... 'spreading my wings and fly' After the first year of mourning my husbands passing it was time to leave the 'old' me behind, leaving behind the boundaries of a relationship and spread my winds...to die, which is really more of a metaphor. In order to spread my wings I need to leave something/someone behind and that in itself is a death. There is a lyric of a German song that just came to mind: Good bye is a little bit like dying... And there were a lot of Good Byes in 2007/2008 for me. The passing of my husband of 25 years, scattering his ashes, the selling of my house and...

For a long time I had this idea of combining my poetry with my painting. Today I can say  I am getting closer in accomplishing this. Here is my latest Feather painting combined with one of my poems using Photoshop. This is not yet where I want to be but I am getting there... Visit my complete gallery and online shop here: www.southafricanartists.com/home/Angelique