Drop-outs.....An Exploration on a Technique

The beautiful etherial look of Amanda Simmons' work has led me on this journey.

A far cry across the ocean she hails

Our call to her led to a positive response

But alas it is not meant to be for now

So I approach this journey

To teach in her place to satisfy a need

A need of a distinct few

A sprinkle of frit, some sheet cut too

A bit of reaction will get an ah and an ooh!

Mangralia's Life at Oatka Glass Studio: Creative Writing Group....Fall Session

Mangralia's Life at Oatka Glass Studio: Creative Writing Group....Fall Session

Creative Writing Group....Fall Session

Well I signed up again to join the Evelyn Taylor Creative Writing Group that meets once a week on Monday. Evelyn assigns us the topic the week before and we write and essay, poem...or whatever we want that encompasses the topic of the week. This weeks topic is "When The Lights Went Out" and here is my poem for all of you to enjoy.


Amanda Taylor – October 4, 2010

When The Lights Went Out

Breathe in the cool mountain air
Brilliant sunlight warming my face
Spectacular view on top of this mountain
What path shall I take to get down.

One turn and then two
Movement is halted abruptly
The wind is knocked out of my lungs
As I hit the compacted mound of snow.

Sliding, sliding, ever faster headlong
Can’t get my feet turned around
Struggling, panicing, heart racing
Ever increasing sound of speed in my ears.

The trees are looming directly ahead
My mind grasps the consequences
I stop struggling and give in
Suddenly the lights went out.

Sensation of floating in the darkness
No pain, no sight, no smells
Time stood completely still…floating
A looming face becomes clear as I open my eyes.

My mind races to understand
I know my name, place, and date
I can feel my feet and my hands
The miracle of life is back inside of me.

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Evening Graveyard Walk with Dogs

Ah....a breather for me...away from the studio.  My evening walk with the dogs in the graveyard.  Enjoy the walk with me.

Jet streams streak the air
Trees outlined gloriously
By the late afternoon sun.

Taking it all in
The sound of birds
Celebrating the warm air.

My heart is lifted
And rejuvinated
As my feet move along the soft ground.

Forgotten droppings
That seemed dried up and lost
Suddenly spring to life.

You would have thought
That they these fallen branches
We still clinging to the awakening trees.

Alas...
It is a short lived
Burst of life from within.

Texture...texture

Lays amongst us

In the smallest of ways.

Another reminder

Of a fallen piece of life

That once clung to life.

I want to reach

Reach out and rescue

This fallen piece of life.

Ahhhh...my eye is drawn

To the smallest flowers

Springing up to show its beauty.

The amazing detail

Each yellow dot can be seen

Perfectly surrounded by a cluster of pink.

I want to pluck it

But I hold myself back

Capturing the essence is enough.

I must stand and move forward

The ground is not enough

There is more to see above the tender ground.

My God..the shape

These buds are beautiful

Waiting patiently to burst forth.

The smell of the earth

It hits me like a wall

Deep, deep breath in.

Oh yes...the gravestones..

They are beautiful in so many ways

The lines, the images, the aging.

You wonder how

Some of the young suffered

And died .

Some of the brave

That died and fought

For all of us...so long ago.

The founders of our cities

Our countries

Our people.

Oh yes...and looking

Back...back at reality

The place I live and work and breath.

The disintegration of time

On things that were

So shiny and new.

Abused by time

By climate

By vandals.

But my precious

Precious dogs

Are looking at me.

What the hell

Are you doing mom

We are hungry.

Patiently waiting

For me to remove myself

From my perch.

Just another nut

That has fallen off the tree

Hey that's not me.....

Okay...okay...

Onward ho we must go

Back to the studio...home..food.

But not before one more

Pondering of what once was

And what will be.