The 6th of May 2013

Photosynthesis

My mind follows the sun
from my small place, when day's begun.
Before the light, a prayer's said
to be grateful for what I'm fed.
The work grows, but my mind follows
the sun from East to West.  The wind billows
my loose garments.  My face-
to-the-sky, my heart-race,
runs and toes-spread-in-the-ground;
I take root,what home is found!

Day 216
8x10 oils
art by: Valerie Dowdy
@ www.valeriedowdy.com

The 30th of April 2013

Human Limitation and the String Theory

What sound would I compose if I could sense electromagnetic waves?

Would I sing or would my thoughts evaporate? Or would you feel
ALL of me, in a semi-telepathic, more process-of-osmosis, one, real

combination of spiritual being, which braves

futuristic entwining of quantum physics and biblical revelation?

Would there be a need for words? Or tao-like transmission of a human gradation?

I am bound in being, blessed and curious--I will fall in death and rise in life, and be completely...

Reborn?

ALL and NOTHING.

The unknown cycle of biological physics.

Day 140
8x10 oils on canvas
Art by: Valerie Dowdy
@ www.valeriedowdy.com

The 17th of April 2013

April Afternoon

Earth awoke from a long icey slumber today.
The trees began to toss out pink and green confetti.
I listened for what God’s creatures had to say.
The sun warmed us and conversation made us ready
to move and to do
til one little dove cried coo-coo, coo, coo, coo.

Day 138
8x10 Watercolor Pencil
@ www.valeriedowdy.com

The 30th day of March 2013

Day 30: Sea Fever
Art by: Valerie Dowdy
@ www.valeriedowdy.com

The Wind Spoke

Sitting on the edge of the water, watching the lines,
The wind spoke.
She was going on so wild the waters’ surface broke.
We listened to a couple yarns, and pulled tight our cloak.
It’s the kind of conversation that redefines.

The 29th day of March 2013

Day 309
12 x 12 oil/acrylic/metallic on canvas
Art by: Valerie Dowdy
@ www.valeriedowdy.com

Yesterday mornin'
before the sun I rose
To come a-talkin'
with the moon, who knows,
like all good friends, my every worry.
I bore to him my soul,
in joy and in fury,
and we talked til I was whole, again.