Kisses for Water
A New Day
An assembly of cotton candy clouds, a dispersed rainbow with water in a basin of time, all one needed to see heaven he thought, driving along a long country road as he pulled over and rolled down his window. Opening his eyes to the sight of something for the very first time. It was as lovely to him as a ripe dream, the kind you make up inside you and meet. The kind that when you awake you remember all the details because somehow it really had occurred. The kind that beckoned his smile. Heaven isn’t as far away as he once thought gazing forward. Oh that day was one sight to see along the roadway. Taking in a deep breath he left the window rolled down, a moment or two longer. Getting out it was a whole new sensation for him. Walking along the side of the road he felt a sense of nostalgia that left him standing there wondering why. So many turns in my life, lines appearing as colored pencils drawn in such a way no one could ever understand. A chapter book of floral paradise. Small bursts of white puffs holding joy far in the distance. He kicked a few stones along the side of the road, picked one up and left it in his pocket for another day. The stone a way to remember it was all a matter of being in the moment. He closed his eyes and when he opened them the car drove off and all that he saw went with him. Copyright S. Kamber
2023
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Assume Paint
The paint assumes it can be anything it wants and go anywhere within the canvas. Running down a hillside or onto a tree so that it can grow. Curves might become nothing other then what they are meant to become, or maybe much more then they imagine. The paint soothing the flat surface of a canvas that needs it. The wide open field becomes a painted sway of yellow wheat while a woman emerges. Her body swaying as a bird. So too her arms as she spins into sight. The grace of the moment aligned. In the distance a softened sun addresses shadows for the paint to cling to and own. As I too assume paint and love. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights reserved
2023
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Kisses for Water
The shade’s intuition for yang meets somewhere. Aloft upon a mountain side or a field beginning to blossom. Restfully it settles. Wrapping shapes and sides around a fondness for something to hold onto. Perchance the tree with sweet touches in still water. Form reflective lips the branches drink from slowly. Eased into an utterance of peace. So much so the rapid bursts of waves turn soft. Caressed into an opened watery gaze. Simple to share with my paint brush in languid swirls. Not a drop wasted addressing the canvas. Weaving the blending of this moment. Branches that present kisses for water. Softly. Copyright S. Kamber
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