One clear moment ############## One clear moment Is between footsteps or Breaths In the center of inside and Just before the outside begins A pure fresh sip Unfamiliar and New A spark that Came before now and then Is gone Arrived from nowhere I'm a puddle I have never looked this way Before I was lost in Murky and muddy stones to hold me down Time finds ease Washed away grime reveals Lines Criss-crossed like a map To somewhere secret That this clear moment Reveals #puddlepoems #nicolunddotcom #artistlife #artofig #poetry #poetsofig #face #rain #pebbles #puddles

One clear moment ############## One clear moment Is between footsteps or Breaths In the center of inside and Just before the outside begins A pure fresh sip Unfamiliar and New A spark that Came before now and then Is gone Arrived from nowhere I'm a puddle I have never looked this way Before I was lost in Murky and muddy stones to hold me down Time finds ease Washed away grime reveals Lines Criss-crossed like a map To somewhere secret That this clear moment Reveals #puddlepoems #nicolunddotcom #artistlife #artofig #poetry #poetsofig #face #rain #pebbles #puddles

We Were All Really Quite Amazed #artoftheday #artislife #artofig #colors_of_day #nicolunddotcom

We Were All Really Quite Amazed #artoftheday #artislife #artofig #colors_of_day #nicolunddotcom

A diversion from the original purpose

A diversion from the original purpose

Back in the saddle #arteveryday #newyearsday

Back in the saddle #arteveryday #newyearsday

Clarity Comes In Waves There's no use looking too closely, You're looking for it, so, you know it will appear. Maybe not today, and not yesterday, but because you are looking, it will appear. Everything you imagine, is happening. Maybe not here, or to you, or your love, But, you thought it and it becomes. Maybe the clouds just arrive in clumps of endless gauzy skyfulls. Molecules of ideas, thoughts, and possible tomorrows, percolated essences of sentient evaporations. Droplets fall into gravity. You look in the mirror for a way to defy the pull. But clarity comes in waves. And by counting the waves breaking over the rocks, Instead of finding the pause. you felt the force of each passing year, everything happened, you saw it all, and you let go. . ===================== #puddlepoems #poetry #grey #puddle #clarity #time

Clarity Comes In Waves There's no use looking too closely, You're looking for it, so, you know it will appear. Maybe not today, and not yesterday, but because you are looking, it will appear. Everything you imagine, is happening. Maybe not here, or to you, or your love, But, you thought it and it becomes. Maybe the clouds just arrive in clumps of endless gauzy skyfulls. Molecules of ideas, thoughts, and possible tomorrows, percolated essences of sentient evaporations. Droplets fall into gravity. You look in the mirror for a way to defy the pull. But clarity comes in waves. And by counting the waves breaking over the rocks, Instead of finding the pause. you felt the force of each passing year, everything happened, you saw it all, and you let go. . ===================== #puddlepoems #poetry #grey #puddle #clarity #time

Having fun with patterns. #patterns #squiggles #noodleink #tanglecards #xmasgifts #igartist

Having fun with patterns. #patterns #squiggles #noodleink #tanglecards #xmasgifts #igartist

You Are Still Young

Today I remember you are still young. 

I reached to hold your hand today as we walked across the street 

Forgetting that it might embarrass you, 

I say all the stupid things walking with you 

that I'm not supposed to say aloud, 

and you never hesitate to enlighten my faux pas. 

I look at your soft brilliance, fresh like spring sprouts, 

I forget that your mind is like an autumn wind shower reorganizing,

 shedding last years growth. 

And in between each moment when I glimpse the infant you were, 

the you that's become has 

unwavering power on my heart. 

As the vibrant color of the fallen leaves reveal, 

this time we have to love never takes pause, so 

we must find the pause for ourselves. 

You are still young, and we move forward not in a straight line, 

but in and out 

of seasons, past and future, together and alone. 

We move like color fading from an old photograph. 

The brilliance doesn't need to last. 

I've already felt it.