Showing posts with label Seattle artist and writer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Seattle artist and writer. Show all posts

Saturday, April 14, 2018

Sunlight by Elexer


Sunlight

by Elexer



The sweet fragrance
Of your love
Fills me with sunlight.

Your eyes glow
With the hope
Of the North Star.

My internal compass 
no longer points north,
but to you.

Your soul is the gravity 
I orbit 
As your warmth 
Keeps the darkness
at bay.

Saturday, February 17, 2018

Pulse by Elissa Rosenthal

Pulse
By Elissa Rosenthal





Metal on concrete thoughts 
pulse under my skin,
keeping me from everywhere I need to go 
and I have been.
Scritch scratch 
and peel me thin 
till there is nothing left. 
Every day these systems 
keep me alive, but,
what have I kept?
Muted senses
muted defenses 
making it hard to speak. 
Put me on a wall 
like weaponry 
in your collection 
because I'm not me. 
Pulse, pulse, pulse, pulse,
pulse pull, pulse 
pulse, pulse, pulse, pulse,
pulse, pull, pulse.

Saturday, October 14, 2017

Let Us Not Stay Quiet

Let Us Not Stay Quiet
By: Elissa Rosenthal

 


Let us not stay quiet,
and keep each other up.
Let us be passionate,
when our passion for others is gone.
Let us not stay quiet,
about our current love.
Let us chase away the naysayers,
with our hugs.
Let us kiss in public,
like other couples do.
Let us ignore the glances,
that burn into our souls. 

Saturday, September 30, 2017

Chances

Chances
by Elissa Rosenthal


As the light in the stars glow bright,
our bright ones turn dim.
People of all colors,
now all look the same.
It does not matter your background.
We see the stars glimmer bright,
and forget that they are us.
For we are them in further form,
even though we are still a mess.
Organized chaos surrounds everything in this universe,
keeping the balance while creating chances.
Chances to expand and become more than,
who we are.
More than manufactured manikins.

Saturday, September 16, 2017

Emerald Colored Glasses

Emerald Colored Glasses
By: Elissa Rosenthal

Evergreen shakes flutter through my bones.
Glasses of better grasses, of better homes,
complete my vision of being alone.

Fill my cup with troll-like tales of wine.
Fairy tales that glimmer the divine,
push the thought they will never be mine.

Closed eyes filled with hope, ever green,
will never keep a conscience for the clean.


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Saturday, August 26, 2017

Sweet Tea

Sweet Tea
by Elissa Rosenthal 






Lulling breezes glide against my puckered up flesh,

Leaning toward the cool embrace full of fresh,

Lillie's, old spring daffodils, morning tea pulled through mesh,

Let me keep this feeling of being blessed.


Looking out the window I do not feel alone,

Loving how this quite house now feels like a home,

Leave me and let me live with this feeling I have sewn,

Lifting up the piece of pottery I used to condone. 


Lips filled with sweet fragrance and relished calm,

Lucky me to have this time of peace within my palm,

Little figures brush against the porcelain consuming the warmth of the dawn,

Living like this I know with not last long.     

Saturday, June 24, 2017

I Have No Face

I Have No Face

By Elissa Rosenthal




I have no face,
Besides one given to me.

I have no face,
Within this society.

Give me some string,
I will show you a puppet.

Give me some notes,
I will show you a trumpet.

I have no face,
For I am more than outsides.

I have no face,
For I am not lies.





Saturday, June 10, 2017

See The Fake Speak The Truth

See The Fake Speak The Truth

By Elissa Rosenthal


Speak the truth they told me,
Whispering away,
Tell the words you know,
Not the ones you want to say.

Speak the truth they told me,
Though they did not want the truth,
The truth was too hard for them,
They would rather have me mute.

Speak the truth they told me,
As I spoke of all their faults,
All the lies they have told,
Building up their walls.

Speak the truth they told me,
As I ripped apart their truth,
The lies they told themselves,
Was making their hearts mute.

Speak our truth they told me,
As they grew sick on my words,
Everyone shaking,
Silent like sleeping night birds.

Speak our truth they told me,
Now coming to a yell,
No longer wanting to hear my truth,
I was opened up to tell.

They no longer hear my words,
As they hold the real truth,
They tell themselves lies,
Then give themselves proof.

They no longer hear my words,
As they hold their lies to light,
They would rather grasp onto lies,
Then letting real truth fight.




Saturday, May 27, 2017

New Moon Meditation

By Elissa Rosenthal

Hello Everyone! This week I based my art around the new moon, which occurred on the 25th. I have always enjoyed the different moon cycles, and with being pagan, I base some of my spiritual practices around them. 

I originally tried doing a drawing of a gal looking down while the full moon was behind her, but that one did not turn out so well. The reason was mostly because I started coloring it in with colored pencils, and did them too hard too quickly. So, the sketch quickly started turning into a pile of blue pigment, so I stopped coloring it in, so I would still have a reference to go from if I want to do the idea again. 

For this sketch I really wanted to still go with the same theme however, so instead of doing a moon behind her I did a mandala with the phases of the moon within the mandala. Plus, instead of coloring in the image with colored pencil, I went with a pen outline. I may in the future copy the image and color it in, but for now this is what it looks like. 



I imagine that she is a girl named Neila, who is meditating during the night, calming herself before needing to go to sleep. She normally sees the moon outside of her window, casting a glow within the room, and chasing away the shadows. This is why on the nights of the new moon she becomes scared and tense, in need of some relief. So she sits and reminds herself how the moon is still there and will appear again soon.  

New Moon Meditation Poem
By Elissa Rosenthal

Absent, distant, dark beauty from a far,

Hidden, concealed, from your love, the star.



The sky is dark, only small specks of dust,



Of far away planets, we now entrust.




Meditating, thoughts grow dark and weary,



Luna, love, light the sky, make us merry.




We all miss your beauty, your love, your light,



Please, give us all hope you will be alright.



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