Saturday, December 26, 2015

So Deep is the Night...

                                           
I have painted my heart, tonight. I am loving deeper, darker, richer. So deep is the night, the paint still wet with love stories and full Moons. The roses are richer in the moonlight because of the Sun's embrace from days past.
Mixed media painting by Amy Sperry Faldet





Friday, December 4, 2015

Smoke and Sugar from a poet's heart...

Remember Monday's wish! (See facebook.)
Our Wisconsin December has turned into a bizarre warmth and porch sleeping will actually be a reality, tonight! Excited! Joy is flickering in my chest, like candlelight and fire. Smoke and sugar, warmth so sweet. Cream on my mind makes me alight and all I feel is smoke and sugar, flushed cheeks warmed from the inside out, from a rekindling of smoke and sugar, a poet only knows what warmth a voice and a balmy night does to a heart.

Saturday, October 31, 2015

Kiss in black and white.

It
is
imperative
to
at
least
once
in
your
life
write
yourself
into
a
story.
It
need
not
be
long,
important
to
the
masses,
or
filled
with
perfect
prose.
Make
a
fantasy.
Live
somewhere
else
in
ink.
Kiss
in
black
and
white,
by
way
of
your
fingers,
with
a
keyboard,
with
a
pen,

with
a
typewriter.
You
will
thank
me.



Thursday, October 15, 2015

"I will sit with you everyday and be grateful for all the broken things that give me peace." ~ Amy Sperry Faldet

Found my angel broken. It wasn't from malice. Just porch fixers being careless, I guess. It made me realize some things, beautiful things. For some of you that know me, you know this angel was already the victim of maliciousness, which caused the family that had her, sadness, then, I found her on a curb, and her face and wings were too beautiful for me to pass up. So, I brought her home and saw in her such broken beauty that I put her in my front yard facing the house, broken side showing only to us, those in the porch that loved her anyway. When I came home and saw her broken in half and no longer able to be in my front yard, I brought in her top half and said, "You are still mine to cherish. I love you. You can lean here. I will sit with you everyday and be grateful for all the broken things that give me peace." I am actually grateful she was broken yet,again, because now she is with me in the most beautiful way, resting. You deserve it. I will hold you now.

Monday, September 28, 2015

"In my heart, there is always water and the Moon. But, when you enter there is when the roses bloom."~Amy Sperry Faldet

Tonight, on my porch, I finally painted, again. I have not had it in me, but, I am inspired by words of poets, worlds in the bodies we have been given, being seen by eyes that smolder, understand, and roses in the heart. 
"In my heart, there is always water and the Moon. But, when you enter there is when the roses bloom."
May your nights and days be filled with sweet dreams and gypsy hopes.

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

"My Petal" by Chris Ryan and "Yesters" by Chris Ryan and Amy Sperry Faldet


The struggling traits of circumstance are indifferent to a love in bloom. It is only when the summer fades and autumn wields a harvest of trials that the inherent dangers of wilting will then the rose acknowledge. The petal however, is at one with its demise and immune to the forlorn nature of falling. For only the petal in itself can withstand the trials ahead. This is why I will not compare you to a rose, but rather a single petal - MY petal!
(Mixed media painting by Amy Sperry Faldet)


Yesters by Chris Ryan and Amy Sperry Faldet
Girl with eyes like the playground sun of my youth
If I could just write this weird tale I could live forever in her beautiful music 
But my words are muffled in tomorrow's noise
Boy, of ages and smoldering, calm, in your eyes you travel to see she holds the paper you need. Just make your mark. Taste our inked mist.

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Some way by Chris Ryan

Desiderate~ to feel the lack of or need of; to long for.
I love poets who can say things with seeming simplicity, yet, the words pull you to a place where you swear you can feel what they are writing like words settling into your heart. One such poet is Chris Ryan. We have collaborated my art and his poetry, at times, in the past, which always seems to inspire more. See my blog for more of his poetry. He never ceases to pull human emotion through his full, vibrant, clear, ...writing. Here is his latest, plus, images of others' works with the same theme.
"Some Way" by Chris Ryan
You've been living on a wall
in this room in my head
A picture in my mind
I stare at every day
I go to bed dying
but I've got to have you someway
It's killing me slowly.


It is the dream spot, the world of desideration. It resides in us all.