Poetry ~ Folly

i am scattered everywhere 
so many thoughts
so little time
to discover folly
to play, laugh,
find joy
to be foolish and fool hearty
i want to frolic in the flower fields
run my fingers through your hair
i am your folly
your freedom
your spirit
your canvas
your muse

~ Elizabeth Anne Ives

Crystal Magic ~ My Art

It’s okay if you don’t believe in crystal magic, but maybe you’ll get a kick out of my clever re-purposing of an old pencil box.

I have a cool collection of crystals in mini jars that I’ve wanted to display. They were hidden away in a drawer. An idea came to me when I was surfing Pinterest for shadow boxes – turn my pencil box into a wall shelf/shadow box to display the crystals! Functional art!

Years ago, I painted the pencil box using a mashup technique. I called it the “glove box” but never displayed it. The box sat in the corner of my art room gathering dust until I re-purpose it into a mini shelf!

What do you think?

“Change the way you look at things and the things you look at change.”

Wayne Dyer

Vincent ~ Poem

oh, how i suffer for my sanity
i shall paint the swirling clouds at midnight
as colors change hues in my fantasy

i fear i've lost touch with reality
trees and daffodils are my last delight
oh, how i suffer for my sanity

my art reflects an inner duality
i taunt, tease and abuse my muse in spite
as colors change hues in my fantasy

my nightmares are fraught with calamity
flaming flowers that brightly blaze the light
oh, how i suffer for my sanity

sands of time measure my morality
i no longer desire to be polite
as colors change hues in my fantasy

i swallowed the pill of profanity
i no longer have the lust for this fight
oh, how i suffer for my sanity
as colors change hues in my fantasy

~ Elizabeth Anne Ives

Day 5
The NaPoWriMo prompt for day five is to write a poem
that incorporates at least one of the following:
the villanelle form, lines taken from an outside text,
and phrases that oppose each other in some way.

I've attempted all three. The villanelle form
consists of 19 lines, a rhyming scheme and repeating
phrases - it's like putting a puzzle together. I hope my  
puzzle makes sense.
I also included lines from one of my favorite songs,
Starry Starry Night, about the life and death of artist,
Vincent van Gogh.
And, finally, phrases that oppose one another as in 
suffering for our sanity while living in a fantasy. 
I hope you enjoyed the poem.
And for a final treat ... enjoy a Starry Starry Night.