Padre, from Padre’s Ramblings, provided the photo for this month’s challenge. What does this photo say to you? Write some syllabic poetry and tell me what you think. Make sure to give Padre credit for the use of his photo.
May our prayers go to the world to stay safe and well like a good bottle of wine, left at home to save for a better day.
Our world is falling apart. People are scared. People are dying. If you are one of the millions or billions of people who live on our earth and are paying attention to COVID-19, you are like me, you are here wondering what to do and what is going to happen.
As of this moment, 9:07 pm, Eastern Standard Time, Northeast Continental US, we (the citizens of the world) are being told to stay home. What do we do to keep our sanity? What do we do to continue living when dying seems to be knocking at our back doors? I turn to art.
For me, art is a broad category. According to Webster one of the multiple definitions of “art” is the conscious use of skill and creative imagination especially in the production of aesthetic objects. During this time I write a lot! I am also drawing, using both the worldwide web and some books I ordered, to teach me multiple techniques. I am learning to draw human features. I am learning to draw 3D objects properly. I am also learning to draw animals. My goal is to become a better artist so that I may illustrate my own children’s books. It also keeps my mind and body occupied at home.
Am I scared of COVID-19? Yes, a little bit. As many of my followers and other readers know, in the last 18 months I lost my husband and my son. I don’t want to lose anyone else, obviously, but emotional pain is draining and I believe it weakens our immune systems. I believe if more of us can keep in touch and provide positive vibes, prayers, and hope, we can conquer this mess.
Jacqueline stared in disbelief. How did she get her car stuck up there? All she could remember was leaving the house, heading to the market to stock up on toilet paper and canned soup, and then nothing…At this point she has three bags of groceries, paper products, and vitamins but no car and no idea how she got home if her car was now balancing on the top of the marquee in front of the supermarket. Did it matter how the car got there if she is home safe and sound? She might never know the truth at this point.