Her Wavy Bones Reach for More
and Kiss the Sky
Story by Little Drum
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Friday, October 21, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
Lumina
Story by Little Drum
This painting is available as a print or greeting card on my Fine Art America Website.
Prints of Lumina
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
Her Dreaming Forest
Before me stands a Goddess of grace and beauty. Her skin is soft and strong. Her gaze beams love and timeless mystery. I long to sit in her story. She offers her stead and cushions my step as I wander her dreaming forest.
Story by Little Drum
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Today the Trees are Singing
Today, the trees are singing
they are calling for my heart
The wind is pushing gently
on my sorrows
"Let them go" the giants whisper
I watch the wind fly through the firs
I hear its whoosh and cry
The call to heal and honor death
And fill my lungs with her sweet breath
I raise my arms
An act of Faith
And cast my grief into the sky
Story by Little Drum
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
She looks into Me
I will never be a logger's wife.
Or spill her blood for my table.
the giving tree has been wrung dry
Only droplets fill my goblets
I look into her
she looks into me
she sees perfection
and I cry
how can she love me so?
How can I give my life for her?
In a way that will matter.
Matter for her.
It is not selfless giving she wants
but the giving of the self.
Where can I give my life for her?
In a way that does matter.
Matter for me.
She gives until she can give no more
And it is never enough
for those who have no love
only decadent souls
I will cry no more forever
for her legacy is in my bones
Story by Little Drum
For the Muse
I will shade you from the sharpest rays
Make rest beneath my crown
I’ll dance for you, You sing for me
Together we make Magic, Timeless
Wisdom, Forest Lore, The Bard in you
A Story for the wanderer, seeking nothing, seeking more
Story by Little Drum
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
Temples of Old
Trees that command pause just by standing, are many in these woods.
Old and new intertwined, her body a Temple by design.
These many rooms all in One Tree.
Story by Little Drum
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Songs of the Loving Earth
Mother Cedar Sings the Cycles of the Loving Earth. We dance and we dream. We draw our sustenance from the story of Life Returning. Old supports new with body and breath. New supports old with beauty and stamina.
Story by Little Drum
She tells
These fine ladies are holding the ground at a bluffside park in town.
You can tell by their fanciful smiles that the whole neighborhood stops by to chat.
And get the latest on who's been seen picnicking nigh.
The stories are fit for supper or a leisurely afternoon tea.
As I waved goodbye the ladies whispered their love for the two legged kind. For in pictures they live on, in stories Divine.
Story by Little Drum
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