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“Beloved Most Imagine”

PAINTINGS AND POETRY

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“Beloved Most Imagine “
by Kathryn Henneman 

48×60 mixed media on canvas

Beautiful, Bell-Bottomed Boy”

Shirtless, bronzed, bell-bottomed boy,
Beautiful, young and lean.
Soft, silken, coffee-brown hair,
Wind-swept, wild and free.

Graceful, fluid, out-stretched arms,
Expressive, gentle hands.
Lovely, curved, sensuous hips
Legs strong, slender and tan.

Rocked by the gods of music and freedom,
Swaying in rhythmic jubilation,
High on life and love’s sweet passion,
He danced for her in celebration.

One girl alone was hypnotized.
Her vision spanned over crowd faces
To link with his piercing blue eyes
And to put her own feet in his paces.

Gone are the days of the young summer sultan
And the girl who watched him with joy.
He dances forever within her heart
Beautiful, bell-bottomed boy.

~ by C. L. Gillmore

Kathryn’s paintings and Cheryl’s poetry will soon be available in note cards and will comprise a twelve-month calendar for next year…2013!

I Still Remember…

~Excerpt from “Childhood Sanctuary” by C L Gillmore

In a row next to the forsythia bushes are several clusters of peonies, in pink, rose and white. I stop, bend down and cup one of the multi-petaled flowers between my hands and inhale. The perfume is sweet…permeating and envelops my face like an evaporation of sugar water. Black ants crawl over the unopened buds and onto my fingers and hands. I shake them off. Grandma told me they were good ants because they help to open the hard, round buds each spring so the flowers can bloom—those hard, round buds I cut off one morning to make pretend soup.

I gathered things from Grandma’s kitchen that morning…shears and a round blue and white enamel dishpan. Inside the dishpan I placed a long-handled metal spoon, two soup bowls, two soup spoons, two tea cups, two cloth napkins and an embroidered dishtowel…and headed out toward the peony bushes. I cut off each round bud with the shears and dropped them into the big dishpan, added water from the garden hose and mixed it with that big metal spoon. I tried a pretend taste and added some pretend salt and pepper. Delicious.

I carried two wooden lawn chairs from the back porch and dragged an old metal washtub from Grandpa’s shed for our table and arranged them under the persimmon tree with the washtub in the middle and a chair on each side. I covered the washtub with the dishtowel, set the peony bud soup in the middle with the big metal spoon resting inside of the pan. Then I placed a soup bowl, napkin, soup spoon and teacup on opposite sides of the washtub…and went to get my grandma.

There were no beautiful peonies to see or touch or smell that particular spring. But I remember Grandma smiled and told me how lovely everything looked and tasted as we sat under the backyard persimmon tree and shared my peony bud soup. She made me smile too.”

Listen, Look and Remember

 

Excerpts from “Of Roots, Shoes and Rhymes”

By ~ CL Gillmore

Listen, Look and Remember

Weep not, cry not, do not grieve for me-my soul at last runs free.

My immortal spirit, unbound soul, forever young will be.

Pattern: Virginia Rose

 

Excerpts from “Of Roots, Shoes and Rhymes”

By ~ C L Gillmore

Pattern: Virginia Rose

My grandma stood in front of the stove and lovingly cooked for me.

Wiping well-worn hands on her apron, and lifting me up to see.

Now as I hold her delicate china that image remains in my mind

Standing close, feeling her touch, remembering a face so kind.

Soul, Save Me One More Time

 

Excerpts from “Of Roots, Shoes and Rhymes”

By ~ CL Gillmore

Soul, Save Me One More Time

Waves of sadness

And I am Drowning.

Cannot catch my breath.

Soul, save me one more time.

Wondrous Days

Excerpt from “Of Roots, Shoes and Rhymes”

by ~ CL Gillmore

Wondrous Days

Fingers quieted on the keyboard, her eyes were immediately drawn

To the brilliant blue horizon, heightened by the morning sun.

Sapphire skies etched and framed the rugged, layered mountains

That tower, stretch and silently soar just beyond her closed front door.

How could she not have noticed these wondrous days before?

 

The Little Sunflowers

Excerpt from “Of Roots, Shoes and Rhymes”

By ~ C. L. Gillmore

The Little Sunflowers

The Little Sunflowers grow toward the light,

And always with colors so brilliant and bright,

Some may be straight and some may be bent,

But each little flower is still heaven-sent.

Beautiful Fair-Haired Boy

Excerpt from “Of Roots, Shoes and Rhymes”

Beautiful Fair-Haired Boy

“Come, it’s your turn now,” gesturing down with His outstretched hand.
“But, I’m afraid…I’m not ready. Is there someone who will understand?”
“A caring, compassionate woman…your mother awaits you there.
And unto her I will entrust your tender, loving care…
My beautiful, fair-haired boy.

by ~ CL Gillmore

Precious Moment Out of Time

Excerpt from “Of Roots, Shoes and Rhymes”

Precious Moment Out of Time

The rain began so quietly in soft, rhythmic measures,
Splashing and filling my senses with soft, supple pleasures.
And in my ear, whispered words caressed and kissed my soul,
Washing me gently with sweet emotion, releasing my careful contol.
“Close your eyes, I’ve got you now,” soft lips sweep over mine.
Nestled closely in his arms… precious moments out of time.

By ~ CL Gillmore