Blue Venus
Please
take
my
hand
~
It’s
time
to
go,
~
Inside
the
sea
~
of
passion’s
flow;
~
To
dance
on
waves
~
and
~
taste
the
tide,
~
Invade
the
space
~
where
love
collides;
~
Submerged
beneath
the
~
clouds
and
moon,
~
Where
water
sings
~
a
sultry
tune;
~
At
last
I’ll
kiss
~
the
heart
of
you,
~
and
fall
into
~
my
deepest
Blue.
~
©Robyn Lee
To offer creative inspiration to a fellow-artist
seems, to me, one of the richest gifts
we might ever give, or receive.
This gorgeous “art gown” entitled, Blue Venus was designed and created by the very talented and brilliant Resa McConaghy of Queen’s end.
Resa is a professional costume designer, and this is her 4th in an exciting series of “art gowns” featured on her blog.
She explained that she was inspired to design this one for me, after enjoying many of my writings and photos here, featuring sea, sky and love. I could not be more touched and honored, and thus wanted to share this magnificent gown, fit for a goddess, with all of you today. My poem, above, flowed from my pen and heart, almost instantly, after seeing Blue Venus for the first time. Clearly Resa must have intuitive powers, only having asked me about my favorite colors – and creating this fantasy gown that I truly adore.
Hope you enjoyed, and be sure to visit Resa at her Blog, Blue Venus « Queen’s end to see more photos of this stunning gown, and to learn additional details about the birth of her masterpiece. Thank you beautiful Resa ~ I will forever cherish this most incredible gift of your art.
Much Love Always
~
Robyn Lee
Love Above …
Softly
hold my
tender
heart
~
Cushion
it
with
bliss;
~
Wrap me in
your
valiant
blue
~
Protect me
with
your
kiss;
~
Whisper
what
I need to
hear
~
Tell me
that
it’s
true;
~
Then
guide
me
through
~
this
sea
of
clouds
~
as
I
breathe
~
My
Love
~
in
You.
~
©Robyn Lee
Calming Fear
pressed
like
a pancake
flat on
my back
help me
find
my arms
my legs
my breath
help me
feel
the warmth
see beyond
the fire
help me
float
between the
blankets of fear
~~~~~~~~~~
©Meryl Spiegel 2012
~~~
Special thanks to fellow-blogger and friend, Meryl, who wrote this emotional poem for her own post last week entitled, Help. I was touched by her heartfelt words, and thought they would make an excellent companion for my feature image today. We are excited to share this collaboration, and hope you enjoy. Please visit Meryl’s site at Recovery Thru My Lens to view her photo, and read her own personal narrative, Help « Recovery Thru My Lens reflective of her post…sentiments many of us can empathize with.
Much Love ~ Robyn Lee
Cloud Rhapsody
“I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.”
The Cloud ~ by, Percy Bysshe Shelley
I invite you to read Shelley’s poem ‘The Cloud’ in all of its glorious entirety here
The Cloud ~ by, Percy Bysshe Shelley
My Blessed Tub
When the going gets rough,
I light a candle, turn on some
soul-soothing music, and soak in a
hot saltwater bath.
It’s such an important ritual for me, one I return to over and over again each night.
Last night I was especially blessed to have a full moon, and mesmerizing clouds floating peacefully in my window’s view.
Today was a better day…and thus, I wanted to share.
Love & Gratitude to all~
Robyn Lee
ps: Top Tub Tune – She has the voice of an angel.
Ong Namo means: I bow to my higher self (or teacher within)…
Collective Dreams
Dreams and prayers of an entire universe, all woven
into an ethereal blanket of gold.
~Robyn Lee
please visit Golden Threads ~ by David Whitman « THROUGH THE HEALING LENS, to read an enchanting poem inspired by this photo
Smother
Earth fire burns
Dragon breath
Vile black smoke ascends
Penetrating her celestial white veil
I cry
~Robyn Lee
I took this image of fire-clouds during our local devastating wildfire last week.
Invitation
Wind utters my
name
Bay sings softly,
an aria
Sunbeam kisses
my cheek
Clouds whisper:
Come in
by~ Robyn Lee
Patterns
“To understand is to perceive patterns.”
~ Isaiah Berlin
Click link below to enjoy a vibrant presentation by contemporary writer, producer, philosopher
~ Jason Silva
Pain Shadow II
On the deserted beach
I walk with a pain shadow.
Hip searing with each step
I move forward slowly.
My joint tears away.
A sharp arrow pierces through me.
I stop to find stillness yet the
pain shadow follows.
Gazing into the ocean,
I inhale deeply
then exhale with force
trying to release the pain.
But it won’t let go.
I must abandon this pain shadow.
This constant companion.
This unwelcome thing.
That has attached itself to me.
19 years of unrelenting pain.
Countless attempts to escape
to normal days, when the beach
meant walks and waves; picnics and laughter.
I climb the wooden stairs to look down
on the wide expanse of shoreline.
In pain I stand tall above the sprawling
desolate beach that goes on forever.
I envision myself burying the pain shadow
beneath the sandy surface,
deep in a restrictive dark hole
where it can no longer define my world.
And in that moment I am free.
















