I love how you started with a piece of glass art from the Fort Wayne Art museum. We are indeed part of a greater whole. It made me feel that it was ok to have wounded parts because the greater whole will make up for the parts in me where I struggle. We are moving together. I loved this insight. Thanks Jeannie.
Beautiful poem, Jeannie, on such a wonderful piece of art. I love your entire poem, but these lines stood out for me:
Slices of me
Tell my story
Of change and growth.
We each have "slices" of ourselves that tell our story, but we are whole people, and each slice only tells part of our story. Wonderful interpretation of the artwork.
"But walk away from me and I disappear." This line really struck a chord with me. It speaks to the ephemeral nature of identity and how our perception of self can shift depending on our surroundings and relationships. It's a beautiful reminder that we are constantly evolving and that our "self" is not a fixed entity but rather a fluid and dynamic process.
It’s a joy to read your art-inspired poetry, even the ones that leave me feeling a little uneasy or sad. These feelings are all part of our entire selves. I wonder if any contributors will give us some poetry-inspired three dimensional artwork?
I love how you started with a piece of glass art from the Fort Wayne Art museum. We are indeed part of a greater whole. It made me feel that it was ok to have wounded parts because the greater whole will make up for the parts in me where I struggle. We are moving together. I loved this insight. Thanks Jeannie.
"We are moving together." What a beautiful line, friend! ❤️
Beautiful poem, Jeannie, on such a wonderful piece of art. I love your entire poem, but these lines stood out for me:
Slices of me
Tell my story
Of change and growth.
We each have "slices" of ourselves that tell our story, but we are whole people, and each slice only tells part of our story. Wonderful interpretation of the artwork.
Yes! I love that you found that segment insightful.
Those lines resonated with me the most also.
"But walk away from me and I disappear." This line really struck a chord with me. It speaks to the ephemeral nature of identity and how our perception of self can shift depending on our surroundings and relationships. It's a beautiful reminder that we are constantly evolving and that our "self" is not a fixed entity but rather a fluid and dynamic process.
It’s a joy to read your art-inspired poetry, even the ones that leave me feeling a little uneasy or sad. These feelings are all part of our entire selves. I wonder if any contributors will give us some poetry-inspired three dimensional artwork?