Faith

I peer into your face

As through a glass

Darkly

Your breath is vapor

Your spirit is muted

It clouds my mind

Facts deceive

But faith believes

I live on

This blog post is written in response to a prompt from The Mag and 1 Corinthians 13:12.

To Wit, To Woo

To wit, to woo

Why you?

Laugh out loud

Hoot at the crowd

Enticing, flattering

My senses responding

Humour hides

While smooth talk implies

To wit, to woo

It's not you

This poem is written in response to a prompt from Sunday Scribblings and The Mag.

Enraptured

I peer into the depths of the snow covered forest and my heart leaps for joy at the peaceful scene that confronts me. Although I have devoured this scene many times before, the perspective afforded by the newly fallen snow amplifies each detail, as each branch and nook uncovers definition otherwise overlooked. Shadows beckon as the sun ignites the world around, transforming muted tones into objects with brilliant contrast. My vision is enraptured as I linger in this peaceful environ and breathe the crisp air that surrounds me. Finding purpose in the moment, my thoughts fall from my pen upon the white page, seeking to capture a fraction of the beauty before me. But words fail to bequeath meaning to the pureness and sanctity of this tranquil scene.

© 2011 by Maureen Newman. All rights reserved.

Written in response to a prompt from Magpie Tales.

The Dance

The dance
Poised, embracing what is
Holding a thought, grasping a whisper
Determined to find our place
Eager to waltz, floating in harmony
The dance
Balanced in rest

© 2011 by Maureen Newman. All rights reserved.

This post is written in response to a prompt from Magpie Tales.

Close to Christmas by Maureen Newman

© 2010 by Maureen Newman. All rights reserved.

In late 2006 I picked up a paintbrush for the first time. Now, at the end of 2010, I have sold over 450 paintings worldwide. How eXciting! Join me on my journey as I capture memories and paint stories of rural Nova Scotia with a brush. From rambling farmsteads to quiet coastal scenes, my yearning for a simpler life comes to life on canvas. To view more paintings, visit my website at http://www.mnewmanfolkart.com/ or my blog at http://www.mnewmanfolkart.blogspot.com/. If you fall in love with the images, sign up to receive the blog updates and be the first to view each painting and provide feedback that will continue to inspire future scenes. Blessing for 2011!

This posting is in response to a prompt from ABC Wednesday.

Anticipation

The snow-covered path to my door
Waits; undisturbed, barren
Inside the fire burns
But not in my soul
Moments without you embrace eternity
Tick, tock. Even the walls talk
Slowly the hours pass
Sand through an hourglass
The scent of evergreen fills the air
Footprints, softly linger
Waiting, anticipating
Impulses wax; passion ignites
Embracing, touching
Together again

© 2010 by Maureen Newman. All rights reserved.
Written in response to a prompt from Magpie Tales.

A Day

I found my heart within a dream
It lay there dry and barren, it seemed
Awash with pain, destroyed by strife
Faded and weak, yet still pumping life

Yesterday the blood pumped red
Today you no longer share my bed
Red is replaced by the depression of grey
Laundry water flows through my veins today

© 2010 by Maureen Newman. All rights reserved.

Written in response to a prompt from Sunday Scribblings.