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Friday, February 26, 2010

A Blast From the Past


My Lament @ 23
16" x 20"
Mixed Media

While doing some "spring" cleaning, I stumbled upon a couple of old, yellowed pieces of paper. Written on those pages, some poems I wrote when I was 23. (1986) Pleeeeease... Don't do the math. Unfortunately the man I had been dating - was not treating me very well and the relationship was short. Thank Goodness. I'm sure we all have had our share of bad relationships in our youth. I read one of these old poems and laughed. I've always dealt with my "issues" with humor. Humor has gotten me through many hard times. Proof that art is an excellent and healthy response to life's drama. Instead of doing something I would regret, I got my frustrations, anger and hurt out with a poem. And now, 24 years later (yes, I'm ready to admit it) finding the poem again, inspired me to put it to canvas! I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. There was another poem there too, I may tackle it later.

3 comments:

Shazza said...

I like the last line: "You're not as important as belly hole lint".

Poetic genius!

Yvonne said...

Thank you. Belly hole lint is pretty insignificant, but wouldn't ya know, I've had some readers get upset that I think so little of belly hole lint. They don't say a word about defending the guy though! LOL

Denise Stevens said...

The blood splatters are my favorite : ) Homor is what makes the world go 'round. I loved seeing this in person!