wash warm hues, gentle brush
across a heart forgotten.
it’s soft caress no sadness lingers
renew it’s every fray and tear.
create a masterpiece, my lovely
erase all coloring of fear.
nuance streamed light and shadows
our layered texture, sweet romance.
and devote each waking minute
as Monet with Lily Pads.
Enter through this door and travel by elevator to the different levels full of Art!
Common area
Metal Man creates these sculptures from trash he collects
Hallways are lined with art as well as many rooms full of all kinds of Art
Someone else loves dogs
Hanging from piping
Wonderful artist was more than happy to let me take a few photos…
Autumn colors in New Haven, Woodmont, Miford and Orange CT….
New Haven, CT
Woodmont, CT
(note the evacuation route sign )
Gorgeous colors in Milford, CT
Orange , CT
(known for PEZ company in the vicinity)
blue
bottomless llyn
pursuing infinite union
i shall overcome thee
nevermore
embracing
your heart
is naturally effortless
unfettered by limitations to
be
amber
ness lay
upon enchanted meadows
i am unable to
part
letters
too little
in their expression
for me to tell
love
abundance
it is
for your tenderness
to what i rise
ever
Copyright © 2012 by Franziska Dirnberger
Green
Your eyes
Aloof and blunt
Do not reach me
Silence
Copyright © 2012 by Franziska Dirnberger
Yellow
Heavy Lemons
Bitter and Sweet
Reminding me of you
Visions
Copyright © 2012 by Franziska Dirnberger
I don’t know the name for them…if you do….let me know please . :)
They are gorgeous in a fog, very weird-looking in winter time (coming soon)..when branches are bare and exposed
They’ve started. Yes, the leaves change color, turn
from green to yellow, orange to red, and burn
the countryside with glory. Do not miss
autumnal end of photosynthesis.
The yellow, orange and red were hiding down
beneath the green. Fall’s shorter days cause brown
to show, revealing color in less light.
Day shadows into dark. Leaves? What a sight!
We go for him to search for treasure but I try to find some of my own.
Splash of Color
I took this photo yesterday in Astoria, NY, during the street fair.
A View through the Times?
I’m waiting for the lady that runs by
She’s always in her running shorts and top
She runs to where the purple asters lie
And then she has a breather and some pop.
She’ll go and catch her death of cold you know
‘Cos she runs every day, come rain or sun.
There’s some days when she didn’t ought to go
And others when it can’t be that much fun.
I’ve knitted her a little woolly vest
In stripes of pink and blue and white and green
I’ll take it over when she has her rest,
The gayest little jumper you have seen.
If she says ‘No’ and wrinkles up her nose,
I think she’ll soon be turning up her toes.
My Mom has decorated cakes since I was a baby. In fact I never had a store bought one, nor did my three brothers. She only stopped making cakes when her hands crippled with arthritis and no longer could produce beautiful displays of her artwork., I think they were still beautiful but she was so hard on herself, really her cakes and frosting were so good and me being a kid, I hate to tell her it could have been messy and still yummy.
Behind my chair at table Vincent sat…
well no, not Vincent, but his Bridge at Arles,
the painting that my parents bought, a pearl
of art. Our dining room wore Vincent’s hat
of blues and greens and yellows, peaceful feel.
A child, I didn’t really realize
how artists brushed their strokes into the skies.
I grew up with the Van Gogh color wheel.
The Langlois Bridge at Arles
I am now afraid to tell myself the truth
The truth I’m avoiding
The truth that is there, present all the same
Why is it so difficult to let the truth seep within you
The truth can hurt, that is also true
The truth that is true
I’m now real afraid truly
Because I think I would have to face the truth.
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Truth- the game of true and lie
It is played every where
Sometimes the truth that is true wins
And even the lie can claim its victory as well
I am not making much sense
That is indeed really really true
But what if the truth is not true
And the lie may have been true, if given a choice
And the truth that is now a lie subsides
This game is amazing
The truth that is true
And that lie that is also true
And the truth that is a lie
This chakra would play its part
The lie may claim its crown
But the truth can also steal it away
Because after all truth is quite true
And the lie can indeed be a real lie.
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The true colors of the nature rise
Sweetens the wind blowing by
The true flower emerges from within a bud
And the wind bathes in the scent of the truth
The soil truly nurtures a plant
The wind really blows by
Sweetened with the taste of truth.
