Simple Sunday Learns To Walk On The Artistic Side!
This week we are featuring another stunning artistic creation by the Romanian artist who goes by the name gyurka.
This one is titled “Learning to Walk,” perhaps a companion piece to “Learning to See” which we featured some weeks ago here.
Let your muse loose on this picture and see how it walks!
Please also read and comment artfully on your fellow Pals’ muse ambulations.
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“LEARNING TO WALK” by gyurka
Welcome everyone to the CPC Simple Sunday Picture Challenge! Look back at this our featured image and see what words it might move you to communicate! We’re walking on the poetic side now!
life on the road
nowhere is home
from town to town
there never a frowns
when I come around
high on the wire
a walk on a string
they all can’t wait
to see my thing
JT 812
“LEARNING TO WALK” by gyurka
MOVEING ON
Lookin over thang
A bit just ta see
Figure out
Just whats
Goin on hem
Life on the line
Gotta git
From here to there
And aint ‘ a
Gittin no where fast
Dirt roads I do travel
More than none
Here and there I be
No where to long
But I just gotta be on the move
Written By: Bettie Davis ————————- © August 18 , 2o12
DALI’S GHOST
From his divine conjural perch
the Dali Rama can review
the products of his lifelong search
to fascinate the likes of you.
Of terraced hillsides feeding those
who lived in whitewashed villages.
Of sand dunes made of paintbrushed prose
and fishers’ seaside pillages.
The crafting twixt truth and absurd,
expending energies of life,
to fabricate like wirewalk bird
surreal with brush and palette knife.
Upon the same legacy scene
he sees you viewing his career.
And wonders, did you truly glean
some value from what he held dear?
In pregnant instant all’s made whole
if in your eyes his fleeting ghost
collects appreciation’s toll
and knows his soul survived its host.
Copyright August 19th 2012 RGD
A very quick write… 🙂 :love: :love: :love:
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Fascinating artwork and wonderful pieces posted. Will go and ponder and try to come up with something for this. Greetings and Hugs from Southern California on this Sunday morning. :love: :love: :love:
A BALANCING ACT
I’d love to march
into each day
with steps
so brave and bold,
with the wind
always at my back
no clouds overhead,
no thunder or storms,
only sunshine and smiles
guiding my way —
not just sometimes,
but all the time;
that’s definitely how
I’d like it to be.
But as I well know,
as we all do,
this is life,
not a fairy tale,
and I’m thankful for each day
and each small step I take,
even though
often rather tentative
and kind of unsure,
balancing on the high wire
and trying with all I have
not to misstep
or trip over my own feet
and fall into a cavernous abyss.
So I go on about my day
one step at a time,
one
foot
in
front
of
the
other
way up on that high wire,
seeking balance every day,
and trying not to fall.
But if I do occasionally
lose my footing
and my step,
I remain ever thankful for
that safety net below.
(c) barbara kausteklis 8-19-12