Sweet Whispers

Morning escorts in gentle

Essences of love,

Radiant touches dancing

With sun’s warmth and sunshine softly

Graced upon your face,

Love laid bare and open,

With sweet whispers,

among birds singing in trees.

Relaxing on the Beach

Painter: Kathleen Stevens,
Acrylic on canvas,
48×48

Happy Thanksgiving!!

HAPPY HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!

May all my family, friends and followers have a great and wonderful day!!

May we all find our blessings and give thanks!!

May we all look upon the skies and land around us,

and find the beauty of life!!

Hugs to all!!

signed with affection,

Kathleen

Almost Here!

Thanksgiving Day – I cannot wait!!

For fabulous Thanksgiving dinner party:

Anticipation,

Joy,

Feeding guests,

Enjoying guests,

A perfect celebration!

Finest of everything:

Ambiance,

Food,

Wine,

Music,

Decorations,

Silverware,

Chrystal glasses,

Entertainment,

Laughter,

Thankful hearts;

I cannot wait!!

A Poet’s Pen

Kathleen's Writings & Art

A midsummer night

in my sentiment my muse arose

depositing poetry at task,

with way of pen—

my contemplation obtaining shape,

my face against the wind,

my essence engaging in words realigning,

together with stillness of reason

and spirit unconfined,

mysterious language assembling,

selected in the same way as a trusted friend,

with my muse, I write.

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Lady #1

Lady #1
Sketched by: Kathleen Stevens
1989
pencil on paper
11×14

A Forest Walk

Painter: Kathleen Stevens
A Forest Walk
oil on canvas
58×64
framed
‘SOLD’

One Starry Night

Painted by: Kathleen Stevens
‘One Starry Night’
Acrylic on Canvas
36×48

My Soul To Hold

Take my soul—

Once more;

Forget me not,

As grasses trodden on,

Which on the hill is found.

I am a weary way-worn traveler,

Onward bound to my native shore,

Desperate seas I roam alone,

Waves of clouds I chase away,

Island mist upon my face;

Let us meet — once more.

Grasp love’s newest breath,

Show you hold me true,

Warm and freely I give to you,

My soul to hold—

Once more.

Painting by: Kathleen

Painted by: Kathleen
Oil on Canvas
24×24
unframed

Ascension

Truly a modern master of classical poetry!! I read his book from front to back, and could not put it down!! Bravo to you Ian!!

Ian Stewart Black

For all the world is wilderness, to be
A modest soul is not enough: the mild
And timid traveller is never free
To roam as creatures loosed upon the wild.
Unbridled beings bound amid the trees,
Their echoes looming in pernicious night;
They are but pilgrims falling on the breeze:
Where others cower, they seek out delight.
Resolve where fear would overcome, and dare
To venture through the dark; to be the one
Who rises as the phoenix from despair;
To seek the company of wolves, and run!

Sail headlong to the tempest, though the waves
Arise! The seas are reaching to the sky,
And all who hesitate shall find their graves;
But this will not be you – you will not die.
Let old Poseidon posture down below,
And witness fury in immortal form;
But never suffer fear or doubt to grow:
Sail onward into hell – and love…

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When He Looks At Her

He gazes at her,
Eyes shining;
He dances with brimming over love
Designed for her;
She is purely his.
He adores her,
Endorses her,
Certainly he speaks not a ruinous word
Alongside affirmation of her.
His life fulfilled to surging
Into the vessels of his children,
And grandchildren with hands embraced;
He measures their love
As no prior.

Your Mask

It covers your soul as darkness draping over the sunlight,

Your Spirit seeking the world with penetrating eyes,

An undisputable wave, a persuaded glance,

A vanity inside abides,

Fragmented consumed exhibits –

You build –

Pieces as shattered glass,

Dusted with suffering in prolonged time,

Whirling with frenzy, becoming a dance

With mere thoughts of an empty heart-

Longing an eternity of dual hearts;

You guard your soul knowing your mask

Stands alone and fragile, seeking strength and fortitude,

Posing evolved and amassed, yet with little understanding;

Statutes unfair do never-rest, and never ends,

Leading only to bareness – far and wide;

A prisoner kept inside your encased wearied mask.

Do not accede to life’s ragged hand slaying your treasure,

Disrobe the mask you wear and sanction-

Your love and tranquility in a time to come;

Allow your soul to breathe unleashed –

Allow yourself permission to be free-

In peace.

The Beach

The Beach
Painted by: Kathleen Stevens
Acrylic on Canvas
24×36

Where Do You Go?

Where do you go?
When the night is dark
And the moon is absent from the sky,
And a choir of crickets sings their own lullaby,
Where do you go?
When my arms remain empty
And the wind gently whispers my name,
And I gaze upon the stars,
Where do you go?
When my heart aches to feel your breath
And the warmth of your soul,
And the silence is heavy,
Where do you go?
When I’m no longer here
To feel completely alone;
Where will you go??

Rendezvous

Lovers rendezvous at ocean’s break,
Feet upon the sandy brown mat
Whereupon decorates the sill
of water’s foamy welcome;
Towels stretched out on earth’s warm bed,
Hands held tight, intertwined, while days of love
Multiplied by years of knowing hearts,
and wind gently kisses damp bodies;
wet lips leave trails the length of
written names in the sand,
Love devouring souls
with morning’s new light;
Buried treasures reside
for the lovers find, while
Emerged bodies play
in ocean’s temperate water;
Sand pushed between two sets of ten toes,
Surf breaking upon their love,
Surging within their innermost depths of lust,
Mounting heartbeats occur on ocean’s ride;
Later, begin again, on the sand,
where their rendezvous began.

Life’s Blowing Wind

Kathleen's Writings & Art

The wind of life blows through me,

At times- it whispers,

At times- it wails;

Allow my soul to be a reed,

And sing a song that never fails,

Wordless singing is clearly true,

Either wailing wind

Or skies of blue;

Give me joyous musings,

If you please,

While in the distant church bells ring,

Birds dispersing magnolia seeds

Along tree- covered silent streets;

And, as sunset wraps herself in dress of gold,

Emotions fade like falling stars,

Streaming past heavens wide and far,

Swiftly subtracting wounding words,

Allow my soul to sing a song.

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He Strums My Heart

He Strums My Heart
Painted by: Kathleen Stevens
Oil on Canvas
48×54

Love’s Forest

In stillness of evening,
I sing and dance,
To sweet music
In my heart,
A melody of warm words
Spoken,
I listen,
Thunderous they resound
Over mountains, and
Heaven’s angels singing.
A forest of love
I pause before,
Arms hold me strong,
Lips kiss my face,
I embrace your words.
Treasured-
Within my spirit,
Forever more
I sing and dance.