Friday, December 30, 2011

Monday, December 19, 2011

PAINTING STUDIO Christmas Thoughts by Stephen Craig Rowe



Liberty is so busy this time of year in the stars and all.  With moon eclipse, the solstice, giving the last leaf of Fall to the Snow Queen, Ice Princess and Old Man Winter.  Busy, busy, busy, She thought as She went to wake the Dragon in this most magical time of the year.  The Dragon was deep in dragon dreams of olden times when there were olden times when dragon’s slept on treasure troves and drank themselves to sleep with dragon brew.  Whatever that is or was.
She wrapped her wings around him, gave him a kiss on his snout and said, “ Dragon it is time to wake for the magical season is upon.”  One red eye opened, then the other.  There was a belch and sigh as Dragon woke in his warm cavern.  Liberty told him it is time to be about!  
    Dragon gave Liberty a soft kiss on her brow and they were off.  Again, entwined forever dancing in eternity with glass beads and tears.  As ever be well,  Stephen Craig Rowe

Thursday, December 08, 2011

PAINTING STUDIO December Moon. A Word Painting by Stephen Craig Rowe


Here tell there will be a full moon of December this Saturday.  Do hope the sky is clear that night for my vision and sight to see Liberty dancing in the diamond sky as she wakes Dragon for the magic season as Dragon dreams of olden times.  And silence in the depth of dreams as only a Dragon can be.

     Liberty thwacked the Dragon’s smoking snout, softly with her wings and asked him to wake.  There was a pause, a puff and grumble as Dragon tossed, turned and felt a pinch from his treasure trove.  " Ouch! ", the Dragon said.  Rolling over and in a state of half wake found Liberty in his beady red half woken eyes as bright as a star.  She said, Dear Dragon the last leaves of fall are gone and the Snow Queen is soon to be about for the chill of winter.  The magic white season, where roses sleep, when trees rest, gardens go to the garden.  Dragon woke, in a puff of smoke turned tail and said, " Liberty we are forever entwined.  Eternal in all seasons and in reflections of the wine.”   Liberty smiled and on his brow gave a soft kiss.  As ever be well, Stephen Craig Rowe


Wednesday, December 07, 2011

PAINTING STUDIO Night On The Ridge Walking A Poem By Stephen Craig Rowe


Did you walk a poem today?
Yes I did, my dear.
The day was rather dark and damp.
I woke
and became of it.  Tossing and turning in dreams, hugging pillows and covers, soft rain sounds that fell soft as snow on flowers.  I ran around the bed, this way and that, half awake and sleeping. 

Liberty woke the Dragon, as She does from time to time.   All wings and a flutter, in a glow to let the Dragon know.  It may be time.  
Did you walk a poem today?
Indeed I did, my dear.
Each soft step well taken, in a space between the words.  In a reflection of the wine.  On a night on the ridge.   Did you you walk a poem today?  As ever be well,  Stephen Craig Rowe