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Hello, Birds

Well, I’m having fun being back at 20 Lines.

The little wingèd creatures come to view
and charm me as they clean the grounded seed.
Now winter’s gone and everything is new,
including those who wear their springtime blue.

I watch them from the deck or through the glass,
these fliers who make up this April’s class.
They come from skies that seem to toss them here,
their wings providing necessary gear.

(a rispetto)



Three years ago, I lost my mom.

She had been fading for years, but we still talked,

we laughed and loved.


It seems like since then loss and loneliness

have been so much of my life.

I feel like I am drowning.


After loosing my child, hope, faith,

and that special closeness with my family,

I feel I will never capture the joy in life again.


I can only beg you, young people,

to take that joy, when you find it,

and treat it as thought it was glass, because it is.

Not only mirrors



You think you know me,

you think you do

double sided mirror

you see me I can’t see you


You think you know my feelings

what frightens me to my core

no you don’t know me

not now or anymore


I can’t see your face, do you see my stare

was what I thought we had ever really there

complete I was, I was once was whole

you took advantage, you broke my soul


With force I strike this glass you see

and shattered crystals hit the ground

slivers which once were me

lie broken all around


Shall you pick up the shreds

or simply sweep them up

will you re-assemble me

or will you just give up


Pick up a shard that’s if you dare

be careful not to bleed

let me grow with you once more

as water does for seed


Perfume Medley

It has been my pleasure to share my song lyrics and poetry on 20 Lines. 

All of my life, I have been an artist. For over thirty years, I was commercial illustrator. I am excited to share some of my paintings on 20 lines. I have a blog where I describe my technique and have a lot more information. It is at: 


The painting above was created with watercolor dyes, before there was Photoshop. I photographed those bottles before painting them and my reflection while holding a camera can be seen below:

Perfume Close up 

© 2012 by  Judy Unger, http://www.myjourneysinsight.com and 20 Lines A Day. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Judy Unger with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

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A Monument to Strong Hands & The Forgottens

I appreciate that this beautiful mausoleum is an erected testament to the MacLeay family of Portland, Oregon. But, for me, this structure, the highest amongst thousands of graves in the Lone Fir Cemertery, is a fascinating testament to stone masons and glass-smiths that carried out someone’s vision. No, it’s not a European edifice many hundreds of years old, but the craftsmen here were definitely a byproduct of those craftsmen. 

Project to Honor Chinese and the Insane Buried in unmarked graves here


Trying to capture his work with my little camera















Dale’s work is AMAZING!  Should you ever be near one of his installations check it out you will not be disappointed!


As I sit in front of my tiny little flame, forming a simple bead I wish I was in his shop just sweeping the floors and learning from a true artist.


I like the music of the birds and breeze.
It makes its way on puffs of air, through trees,
and reaches me when I need fresh new sound.
So thankful that these nature notes abound,

I pay attention, listen with great care.
Some people do not notice. Do they dare
assume this music will continue? Do
they think that it will stay forever new?

What of those humid summer days so still
when nothing moves? A breeze becomes a frill.
And have they never seen a bird hit glass?
Then on its melody we have to pass.


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