By the Sea

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She was surprised to find herself on this path again. The two of them would come here often. And he would hold her as they breathed in the sea, encouraged by the smell of the pine trees. They were always stronger here.

“You left me too soon…”, she whispered. She could sense him though……as if he were standing right next to her….. Was he smiling? She wasn’t sure. She did manage a small grin, as she wrapped herself with her own arms, buffeted by the wind. But she knew she was stronger for coming here. And she vowed to always remember the warmth of the sun, and his embrace.

       

  Writing and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

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Cemeteries

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I cannot understand how cemeteries can be so quiet

when everything within us wants to scream

or cry…..no…or how come???

       

Perhaps it is from the ceasing of battle,

or the pain is too much

to be spoken.

        

Walking through the veil of grief, takes time.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

Losing a Soldier

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When one our own is lost,

killed in action,

the pain sinks deeply into our core

pulling our sense of community,

together into the sadness of love.

Our hearts instantly reach out,

to the families, even an atheist,

says a prayer, because there is too much

pain. Part of love is grieving,

so we become even more human

wearing the same uniform.

May they rest in peace.

       

Note: Please pray, or think some positive thoughts, for all those that have lost their soldiers, both men and women. Also pray for those that do protect us, so we can sleep peacefully at night.

        

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Hidden Artist – The Bridge

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“Oh, so that’s what it is.” Mary just looked at him, disbelieving. “You’ve shut down Richard……do you realize how awful that is?” “What do you mean?”, he asked, getting nervous that she would reject him. “In order to feel safe, in order to not feel pain, you have shut down internally.” He said nothing, but he guessed their relationship was over now, before it began. He looked out over the pond, realizing he had talked about the loss of his wife and baby, in the most monotone, robot-like voice he could.

For the next two days they did go walking in the park, but it wasn’t the same. Something was missing. He was even more afraid now to feel, than he had been before, and she was bored with it. When they stood on the bridge one day, she said, “Look Richard, I’m probably not the woman you need……you haven’t even showed me the paintings you have done…..” At that she looked slightly hurt. He wasn’t sure what to do or say. He knew he needed to live again, but he wasn’t sure how.

He did manage to say, “I really enjoy our time together.” She smiled but said, “Richard you need to paint again, and until you do, we are going nowhere.” “You need to find the light once more.” He scoffed and mentioned that if he did paint, it would be nothing but black and gray, an awful mess. “Then paint it!” She turned to leave, and looking over her shoulder, she said, “Painting is a bridge for you…… paint, and you will find life.”

He avoided her for three days, walking quickly past the gallery, to and from the elevator. She was hurt, and wondered if what she said, had been too harsh. She took a chance though and spent a lot of money on buying two tickets for a special exhibit, of original Van Gogh paintings. She wanted to go with Richard.

He was also taking chances. He wasn’t painting yet, but he started looking at the work he had done. He realized they were actually pretty good. He took a day off from work, and took two of his best paintings, to show Mary at the gallery.

As he walked in, tears filled her eyes. “I have something to show you…..”, he said. She was stunned, and said. “These are so beautiful!” They talked for a while, both smiling from ear to ear. They made plans to go to the Van Gogh exhibit. He said looking down, “Thank you for the other day……” That was all he needed to say.

Neither of them knew if they would wind up lovers, but suddenly life was better than a Monet painting.

        

I hope you enjoyed this series!

        

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Hidden Artist – Friends

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“I think you’re an artist.” Her voice scared him out of his daze, as he was looking at a wonderful photograph of the coast of Maine. He replied as he turned towards her, “Why do you say that?” “Because you’ve been in here every day this week, after work, studying the art.” “Most people look at the art and photographs, but you really study them.” He smiled at her insight. “Ok you got me, but I used to be an artist.” She scoffed, “Nobody used to be… you are for sure.”

It was strange that he was just now noticing how beautiful she was. She had short brown hair, with a round face, and her smiled always curved up the one side of her face. He was smiling back at her, when he said, “Hey would you like to go for a walk after closing?” He couldn’t believe he said it! It totally slipped out of his mouth, and why did he ask her to go for a walk? It sounded like junior high school, and he felt stupid. But he bravely continued, “I know this park down the street….” She interrupted him with, “….the one with the bridge that reminds me of Monet?” He was shocked. She continued with, “Sure I would love to, but not with these shoes.” They both looked down. “I have some tennis shoes in the car though.” There was that crooked smile again.

“By the way my name is Mary.”, she said as she stuck out her hand. He said, “Yeah I know.”,  pointing at her name tag, they both chuckled. “I’m Richard.”, he said. Once they had been walking in the cool autumn air for a while, Richard realized it was the first time, in a very long time, that he had a friend. 

As they stood on the bridge that reminded them both of Monet, Mary was bold with, “Why did you stop painting?”

        

The conclusion tomorrow!

         

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Hidden Artist – The Gallery

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He always had kept a place in his heart for the Impressionists. He and Karina would spend hours in the art museum, in love with each other, discussing Monet, or Cassatt. As he stood looking in through the glass of the gallery, on his way to the elevator, he smiled for the first time in months. It was a reproduction from Monet.

His mind drifted, and it was almost as if he could smell Karina’s hair, and they were at the museum again, he was that close to her. He imagined his nose buried in her long, blond, beautiful hair, and he was whispering sweet words into her ear.

Suddenly he shook it off, angry with himself for feeling. He headed for the elevator with determination in his step. But at the end of the day, he stopped by the gallery on the way out.

He looked at his watch, and realized they closed in ten minutes. Taking a step inside was one of the bravest things he had ever done. As he walked in he was amazed at the original work by local artists, the nature photography, and the reproductions. He was stunned, simply by the beauty of art.

And then he met her. “May I help you?” Her name tag said, “Mary”. Shocked, that someone had spoken to him, he stumbled over his words, and said, “No I was just looking.” He quickly walked out the door. He didn’t realize it, but a door was beginning to open. It was only a small opening, but some light was starting to get in……

    

To be continued.

       

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Hidden Artist

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He enjoyed being a piece of stone. He refused to feel anything, and went to work each day, grateful for the routine, for something to do. No one knew who he was, or his background. Most didn’t even know his name. After Karina and the baby had died in the car accident, he had switched jobs, and he had instructed his new boss to never tell anyone. He made it clear he did not ever want hear, “I’m sorry to hear about what happened.”

So he faded very well, blended right in. All the friends they used to have, had been Karina’s, so it was easy to lose touch. He sold the house, moved into an apartment, went to work each day, enjoying the coldness of refusing to feel. It was safer.

He had stopped painting, and swore he would never paint again, because painting involved love, involved feeling emotions. He refused it every day. This went on for two years, until one day a small gallery opened up, on the ground floor of his office building.

It was the paintings that first caught his eye…….

To be continued.

         

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Image from en.wikipedia.org

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”