Prison – A Haiku
self-imposed is
the prison holding me now
I long to be free
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Prison – A Haiku
self-imposed is
the prison holding me now
I long to be free
If you or anyone you know is suicidal, please contact your local help centers or call 1-800-273-8255. Please get help. The world is a better place with you in it.
Welcome! Would you like some coffee? The following post is part of the Weekend Coffee Share Blog Hop, and contains links to my artwork, and stuff I actually buy (affiliate links).
If you were here with me, having coffee – or tea – I got some yummy imported Japanese green tea, if you prefer the latter – I would welcome you to Linzer cookies, and new pieces of art. You would probably notice that this week, I have been working in contrasts – either creating very dark pieces, such as “Anger”, and “Masks“, or light ones, like “Tree With Roots”. No colorful “in-betweens”, no “something in the middle,” but each on the opposite ends of the color spectrum and theme.
Why, you might ask, would I go from a subject matter such as Domestic violence to something really light in such a short period of time?
My answer to that question is balance. While I enjoy working on both ends of the contrast, I find myself is automatically balancing my creations, often without noticing, and almost never intentional. I do the same with writing, instinctively seeking the balance that the Universe seems to crave.
It is concept present in all of the celebrations of this season, no matter which spiritual connection one chooses to follow. The light, peace and hope of what is bright, and warm, piercing through the darkness of the Winter months, creating once again balance.
Do you embrace the contrast of dark and light? Does it show in your creative process, or do you enjoy one side of the spectrum more, when you are being creative? Is that an intellectual process for you, or are you creating instinctively?
This blog post is a part of the following blog hops:
“Light My Way” http://shrsl.com/?~8rxf
a spark within me
guiding my steps far ahead
force to be reckoned with
Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015
“Light My Way” by Avalon Media is available on RedBubble.
sometimes I pretend
dare to see happiness where
only pain prevails
Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015
The above image “Stars Can’t Shine Without Darkness” is by a talented artist named “SoaringAnchor” and is available on RedBubble.
stuck in frustration
don’t tell me you understand
shut up and listen
Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015
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Many aspects of him frightened me, but none chilled me as much to the bone as his need for perfection.
Patterns laid perfectly in unison with each other, never one aspect out of place, and the glance in my direction, when something was not up to his standards alone, made me shiver in fear. In a constant state of fright, I lived my life prisoner to his obsession, an obsession I was supposed to be grateful for. If I was not, the bruises on my face would bear witness of the price I would have to pay.
Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015
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With desperation in her heart, she summoned him without hesitation.
The darkness of the last few weeks had been so overwhelming, that the warnings of the old woman had not found its way into her thoughts, never even considering that who she was calling for, was not the same person he had once been.
It did not matter, anyway. Her life did no longer matter to her, a life without him, more terrifying than any potential entity finding its way into her space.
One more moment, one more glance into his beautiful blue eyes, is all she asked for, and exactly what she received, as he took her life, as quickly as she had taken his before.
Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014
Play a game, you said. A little game, nothing more. Asking me to trust you, and with all of my heart I wanted to, yet there was this uneasy feeling, that never left me completely when I was around you. A feeling I did not understand, as you have never acted with anything but kindness, and a gentle hand, still – it was there, waiting for me to listen. Instead, I followed you, desperate for a friend, more kind words, another encouraging gesture. Caught in your web, I surrendered my intuition. And paid a horrific price.
Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014