From Inside an Open Grave - My Lily Did Escape |
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By: Kathy Ostman-Magnusen Posted: 2008-09-25 00:52:36 |
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Lily opened her eyes from sleeping
lest death take her ore and rob her of her own breath. this grave opened up toward hope. Remembering all in conflict wound or victory thus Lily spoke:"Let me be a snowflake drift in the wind connect with the atmosphere. Solace solace floating till I reach another wound past this one. This one is too hard.Healing. Let me know that space no one around freedom to dance over oceans feet never even touching its liquid whispers at all. Yes I want to fly that high. I don't care what you say.I met a sea lion once he sang along with me as I ran across the beach. At first I felt afraid as magic entered too close. How could I possibly be that free? And then? I melted into it. Not one other soul around to deny me my own tongue worrisome broken setting boundaries silent to forbidding if only for a time.Am I strong enough To get that back? Does the breeze tell me I'm OK? Am I thirsty enough to stretch past my own clauses? Am I visible to me at all?How black can the sea be? How far is the sky? Might I capture those stars? How empty, how full how long how many times will I commit to being my own self?Stars do turn in different directions within their same galaxy. Perhaps I am too judgmental. Wouldn't that be OK for me too? Choices to not just embrace but become their living shadows.The mystery combs my hair cleans my body brushes my teeth scrapes every single barnacle away when I let it.How lonely is that dragon or is he in fact really OK? Has he gone on to march in parades under the sea without me? Is it really true what doubters say?Silver Strand forever glistening I hear it still and I need to get back.There is a sandcastle there the tide cannot overtake it the magic forever saved deep inside my mind. Dragons yes they live forever. And everyone else is a lier.In moment of doubt transgressions plotted It crossed my mind. It's maybe true what insecurities say I might just be addicted to every unknown fall. Unsure standing still I see them attaching themselves to me stubborn on my face will I ever recognize my soul? Will I ever come up for air?Masked recusers died in the Fall I saw them changing their minds. All of those promises dropping to the ground brown raked up and burned before winter. Singing earthquakes come here too.I wanted to run to that other side they talk about. With blood in my ears I realized they were mistaken plagued by their own determination that was actually indifference to love. Because oh they forgot to be kind. I thought that was the message.No matter a dragon awaits me I felt him breathing once on the Silver Strand Tis not a poor desert flower in a jar. No. I set my table candle lit messages unmarred. And each and every breath I now take reflects a sacred note. My dragon lives forever with in that grave and out."Lily then folded up all her napkins looked toward the sea she then stepped forward she found her voice.I am Lily, Lily is me.ABOUT Kathy Ostman-MagnusenI paint and sculpt female fantasy art and map fairy tale adventures. I dream of beautiful women on canvas and art of exotic women.I have illustrated for Hay House Inc.,"Women Who Do Too Much" CARDS, taken from Anne Wilson Schaef's book. I also illustrated for Neil Davidson, who was considered for the Pulitzer Prize in feature writing, and several other publications. My paintings are collected worldwide.Giclee canvas art work, greeting cards and posters are available for sale on my website:http://www.kathysart.comSign up for my mailing list for FREE ART GIFTS suitable for children: Drawings of whimsical angel pictures, legends of mermaids and fairies in art. Tiny angels whisper fantasy art for shrink art, or coloring pages. Also a "Letter From the Tooth Fairy", ya just never know when you might need one!I am Represented by:Monkdogz Urban Art, Inc., 547 West 27th Street, 5th floor, New York, NY 10001ORIGINAL ART may be purchased through MonkdogzMy career has ALWAYS been art. It has up and downs, for creativity is a very tempestuous lover. Some days I hate it, but I cannot help myself. I succumb to its relentless outbursts that include too many colors to ignore.Check out one of my Squidoo lenses Fantasy Art Woman|Beautiful Women Goddess Art: http://www.squidoo.com/kathysartAloha, Kathy |
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