RHYMES&REASONS

Hourglass

We navigate and tack to catch the crest of self-promised waves

like a piston of dreams forth and back they roll

sacrificed upon the altar of age

til one day we understand

there is no harbour

no anchor

no time.

Brief encounters

as ships in the night

horizons glimpsed as sun rises

then fades to dusk before we have basked

lay down precious memory, til synapse eclipse

the hourglass turns and grain sifts with the tide once more.

‘Time Goes Away’

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Images in Time

Images in time, do you still see

the girl who was lost or the woman flown free?

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A gathering lining of rich silver hue

clouds part once more to capture anew

one step at a time reluctant to stay

accept at last that time goes away.

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The moment has gone, now do you see

the girl who was lost or the woman flown free?

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Yesterday’s Gone

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I waited. Two score years then ten.

Boredom reigned as time strode past.

You flirted and waved, your sunlight cast

Till the treadmill called to shackle again.

I carried the promise, I cradled belief

That one morning I would wake

My passion before me there to take.

No longer a dream you were every relief.

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And now we dance, the rhythm of life

Intimate moments yet strangers remain

Master and slave passion’s loss and gain

As I strive to please frustration is rife.

Just like a moth I’m drawn to the light

Of creation’s promise, each hue I fashion

I seek the sweet moment of artist’s passion

As I step away to see that all has come right.

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‘Yesterday’s Gone’ by Rebecca Pells Fine Art

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Yesterday, I set out to paint a small abstract as a loosening up exercise. The aim was to let go of anything representational but within minutes of starting I began to see a landscape emerge – trees, a shoreline, however vague and probably not what someone else would have seen at all. At this point I started to follow the direction I thought the painting was leading me, believing it was supposed to be this way. As a result, I forced the image to materialise into something vaguely resembling an alpine lake landscape and in so doing, deprived it of it’s true potential as an abstract painting.

We are surrounded by a world full of names, categories, labels, titles and tags. We love to name – it helps us to locate, formulate and store information. It helps us to feel in control of an increasingly complex environment. We have become so adept at this method of ordering, that we do it unconsciously, habitually and whilst it is of great assistance in a technical world it can have the opposite effect when used in situations which need to evolve naturally.

Naming of a person or situation leads to unrealistic expectations – whole scenarios can be played out in our minds which bear little resemblance to reality. We become disillusioned, angry and blame others for not fulfilling our dreams. We can never know early on in our work, friendship or relationship what kind of experience we will have together. If we name a romance too early we demand reciprocation, we force a reward – like fruit grown out of season it lacks longevity – we deny the relationship the chance to flourish and bear fruit as a natural progression.

By naming too soon we close off possibilities of something finding it’s own level, we reject it’s true potential, it’s own representation and deny ourselves of the gift it may have to offer. If we can be brave enough to let go of the confining boundaries of naming, then by so doing just maybe we will experiencing something beautiful.

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February 12, 2017

Transition

Listen for the voices urging us heave

quieten the whispers of they who leave.

Those memories which sear recall with care

a wound opened, too sore to bear.

Afraid to forget, moments linger still

tempting and taunting as dreams beyond will.

Nothing to trust but the beckoning haul

of voices and future yet to call.

‘Chasing Reflections’ by Rebecca Pells Fine Art

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December 31, 2016

My Mirror Gently Weeps

Are you future or laden past,

joy anew or shadow cast?

Reflections glimpsed as midnight creeps

for which my mirror gently weeps?

‘My Mirror Gently Weeps’

Oil on canvas 50×50 cms

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November 22, 2016

The Bridge

You wake one morning and sense a change, a slight shifting of the sand,

a murmured whisper, the faintest touch upon your hand.

Was it the waking from a dream or the mourning of a death,

was it joy anew of passion found or the drawing of first breath?

Was it the void of emptiness or vast realm of possibility,

was it the final release or acceptance of futility?

With a backward glance I view the bridge where yesterday I stalled

until the night stepped forth and accepting as it called

I gave surrender as it carried me across.

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November 5, 2016

Still Life – a Personal Heritage

‘Silver Jug with Lime’ 2016

Many of us seek an identity – or perhaps seek to escape from ourselves – through the things with which we choose to clutter our lives. Most are transient, outliving their usefulness, unable to keep up with our changing desires as the years pass by. Few linger long after we have gone, travelling in time in a way which is closed to us.

There is a comfort in the familiar, in the multilayered existence of inheritance; a stabilizing, grounding sense of belonging which comes from things with which we grew up, the landmarks by which we navigated our early years. They are the threshold between our history and the present, between what has been, what is and what is yet to come. A kind of immortality we ourselves cannot achieve.

Such objects become integrated and entwined in our personal history handed down from generation to generation.

A familial wave passing through our lives.

‘Silver Spoon with Lime’ 2016