Saturday, October 17, 2015

Poetry and Procreate: White Flag

Procreate girl

WHITE FLAG

It's time, my child, we have lived as one
for far too long...they say nothing ever changes
unless there's some pain. There's a prayer in me I whisper
each day, hoping for a healing, that this fear we've shared,
its pale white jaws, will finally be silent,
become bone dry and burnt down to their sockets.

Safe travels, my child, as I watch the small moon loving you from afar
I'll be the keeper of your secrets, I'll beg the heavens to bear
your burdens as you falter. I'll pray your rib bones
curve with the river as you wander, and I hope you remember
each stone in that river fell from a star
and contains the vastness of God.

Hear this now, I've learned there's belief in things
you can't see, like faith, and angels, and serendipity,
and I've learned little girls should never step on battlefields
armed with only the innocence of a child. I'll be strong now for both of us,
I'll shake my soul till the glory falls out, I'll wave my holy white flag
and be soft inside, and stabilized.

©Sherri Brannon 2015

A loving send-off poem to that scared little child who still resides in me, even though I'm all grown up. I've written more than one poem about this...poetry always reveals my biggest struggles. The poems are coming SLOWLY these days...but at least they're still coming, even if I'm only writing one poem every month or two.

I'm taking an online class right now and trying to learn to draw and paint with Procreate on my iPad. It's fantastic! The name of the class is Paint & Pixels, in case any of you are interested. If you read this and would like to get on the waiting list for the class in the future, click HERE. It is taught by Ivy NewPort and Robin Laws, two wonderfully talented artists - I admire them so much and they are incredibly generous with their knowledge.

I'm just a beginner, so my girl is amateurish...this is my first figure attempt. Is it possible to feel embarrassed and giddy at the same time?? Because that's how this image makes me feel...I'm cringing at the glaring flaws, while I grin from ear to ear about the new possibilities this process brings me! The thought of creating images to go along with my poems makes me really happy. I can't wait to practice and evolve.

On a side note, I want to be sure and mention that for the beautiful woods background above, I used an image from Unsplash. I LOVE their "free to use for anything" photos. (I put the image into Glaze to make it a bit more painterly).

Fear is static that prevents me from hearing myself. ~Samuel Butler

21 comments:

  1. Although beautiful this poem is also very sad.

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  2. Beautiful poem...I love the idea and the way you have distanced yourself from it, treating it as a different person who can just leave. Wonderful.

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  3. I think you need a lot of strength to wave a white flag of innocence... I love what you can do with digital art, and maybe it's something to learn, if I ever get tired of the words..

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  4. Poignant but oh so beautiful........!!

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  5. Writing slowly is to be admired..it perhaps shows a softness that we have not been afforded in earlier years..and the picture is far from amateurish...it is beautiful and relatable..as are your words ..i am glad the little girl is remembered and also allowed to grow..

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  6. Poem and picture, all lovely. Be proud of yourself! Must you send her away? Couldn't you heal her and integrate the healed child within you? I bet she loves the painting and drawing!

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  7. What a lovely poem to write for and to oneself. Perhaps this is a poem to keep in one's back pocket or handbag when one is feeling a bit scared. A creative approach; and a great lesson.

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  8. this is your art, this is unique. this is what you have created and it is not amateurish because you have put in the effort and the passion. yes, and there will be new possibilities and wonders as you explore. :)
    about the poem, i think it is a very lovely poem, with very vivid imagery. coupled with the painting, it makes for an engaging work. :)

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  9. a wonderland of poem and image - oh the dangers that face the ingénue. p.s. love the combination of giddy & embarrassed - dare to show us more please!

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  10. Sherri, this is a SPECTACULAR piece of writing. I was aware, as I read each line, exactly how deep and soulful were the words I was reading. Really wonderful work. I also love your Procreate girl in her gloomy forest. So cool to have a new artistic direction to expand into. Yay!

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  11. convey the fear today,
    make the transformation..

    good luck...
    lovely reflection.

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  12. There's much wisdom behind it. Wonderful.

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  13. I LOVE the picture! Even though she is dwarfed by her landscape, she is brighter and stronger than anything in it! The poem is very thoughtful, a reluctant letting go and a surrender. But of what? I've thought and thought about it and wonder if we might not share a wicked grin with that youngster and love her the way we wished a parent had done it. For the narrator here, maybe the longing is to be encouraged to leave the safety of the nest? This is quite beautiful.

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  14. Soul searching is how I describe this write. Very interesting and though you cringe I think your digital art is a fine piece

    Thanks for dropping in at my Sunday Lime

    Much love...

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  15. What a beautiful and poignant poem. I really enjoyed it.

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  16. I really like the picture and will check out the URL you have suggested. Although I do a lot of digital art, it is self taught and learned through trial and error. I also really like your poem. Our inner child always needs our support and encouragement and that's what I take away from your words. Setting her free, sets you free as well.

    Elizabeth

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  17. I love the poem and painting very much! You are talented artist and storyteller poet! I'm so happy for you! 'I'll beg the heavens to bear
    your burdens as you falter' and '. I'll pray your rib bones
    curve with the river as you wander, ' ~ so much love in this tender words. ~ Blessings!

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  18. I'll pray your rib bones
    curve with the river as you wander, and I hope you remember
    each stone in that river fell from a star
    and contains the vastness of God.

    This. Is. Magnificent!

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  19. Beautiful writing ~ such a lovely metaphor for letting go of fear and replacing it with faith.

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  20. Moving forward is always hard, but we can protect those who we once were.

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  21. You go girl! That class has been a blast.

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