week fifteen

to reach a goal
to arrive at a destination 
planned for, yearned for, desired
and know that it was the right road travelled
that is what today feels like.
a half-way mark, perhaps... 
but a journey i am eager to continue
i see a reward for my hard work 
and the support of others
that is what today feels like.

week fourteen

i hear words of wisdom
i see lights of hope
i taste sweet innocence
given from a place of love
i will share these words of wisdom
i will reflect the lights of hope
i will dish out innocence to damaged souls
live a life i will be proud of.

march

its hard to believe, but another month has gone by... we're a fourth of the way through 2010!! and march had five weeks so here are my five pictures.
i am really enjoying this process and the results of my weeks. i feel like i'm really developing my voice as an artist.
thank you all for being along with me on this journey.
i'm so excited for what else is to come...


1. week nine, 2. week ten, 3. week eleven, 4. week twelve, 5. week thirteen

week thirteen

there is a faraway place...
its touch is as a frostbitten dream.
within it
i see the tips of tulips,
blue with ice
a memory of a forgotten spring.
calm, serene, undisturbed
like the quiet under the water.
you were there with me once
and the touch of your hand felt like fire
against my cool skin
i have never forgotten...
in this perfectly imperfect world
there are only dreams.

week twelve

12:00 am already...
where has my day gone?
gone with the long-forgotten breaths
of all the other yesterdays~
each drenched with their own feelings,
dreams,
happenings,
each sorted into piles
somehow wishing to bring meaning
to this life of mine.
but each new second slips by
like the rising and falling tide
wishing to be fixed in time.
just as the beach will always
show evidence of this tide,
so each day, each memory will
always be evidence
of the ticking second hand...
and the days of my life.

week eleven

i will remember today
years from now
when the mists of the unknown
become the clear skies of tomorrow
i am stronger than yesterday
more alive in some way
to break down to nothing but
salt-water stains
and start over again...
to renew the spirit within.

week ten

someday
i will know the feeling
of holding a life inside myself
someday
i will smile contently
as i rub my growing belly
someday
i will wear this same dress
my mum wore
someday
i will dream of baby names
and curly red hair
someday
i will rock a little one
in this same chair i was rocked in
someday
i will be a mum
and proudly ask my own mum
"would you like to hold my baby?"