For my metal flower maker – Her art above
She is an artist
A worker in metal and word and plants and light and sound and children
Hard as the Iron she bends to her will. Soft and gentle as the dandelion against her baby’s skin
Hear her rage against the dross which threatens her young men. Her fire burns bright and white hot against it
Hear her soft cooing, the tender touch of love words and sounds spoken as a blessing over the little one
She is fierce in love and in war and in her wanting of what Ought to be, she tastes the Truth and will have it
Strong immovable is she, even in her weakness delicate braided steel undergirds her being, and in her bending there is no break
Yet the soul of her is a child, wondrous, playful, alive. Circumstance batters and buffets and bullies but does not overcome
She practices the art of love and beauty on the medium of life as it comes to her
Beauty calls and quickens her. Consummate artist, driven to create. Her life a poem, exquisite and unique among women
She flings herself into what Ought not be like a blunt hammer at times, shifting the shapes to suit her vision
The music of her will repeat through the ages now. Rise lovers of her! Stand at attention in awe and wonder, desire her
Praise the form and soul of her. Honor her fierce tenderness and loyalty to her craft. Love has now lifted her, casting now complete, shackles of circumstance broken and brushed away
Breath rushes, pulse quickens, as the many facets turn in the light of her. Veil now lifted and we know that the true masterpiece was, is, and shall always be her, revealed, glorious, triumphant
Plato
This is Beautiful Plato! You captured how we all know her. She is beautiful.
She is marvelous! I know because she has an M in her hand. 🙂 Creativity out of the chaos and struggle refines and fashions the soul. Hers is a singular and beautiful one. I am glad that we agree.
How beautiful! So wonderfully Metal Flower Maker! The last line: “we know that the true masterpiece was, is, and shall always be her, revealed, glorious, triumphant” The absolute!
She is the work of art! 🙂
Thank you again.
Thank you, sob, drip, drip, (she backs away from the computer so it doesn’t fry and sizzle like most electronics do when she cries on them.) That meant a lot to me. 🙂
Happy birthday sugar!
So beautiful. You painted such a precise picture of her as we know her. I hope she loves it.
Strong immovable is she, even in her weakness delicate braided steel undergirds her being, and in her bending there is no break… Even though she may feel like she’s going to sometimes, she doesn’t because she made of the same stuff with which she works her magic. Yup, that’s our MetalFlowerMaker! Beautiful! You’ve captured both the hard as steel and the tender as duck down that is her. Can’t wait to hear you read it tonight.
I hope it makes her giggle
I wish I was as strong as I sound. What an homage…
Did the metal working images fit?
Yes they did!!!!!
Good 🙂 I tried to sound like I knew what I was talking about
You always sound like you know what you’re talking about. Dross, not many would know what to do with that one, but it fits. 🙂
I picked it up somewhere. Perhaps a good FFA program. 🙂
🙂 Hot dross can burn and spark as it hits the floor. More dangerous is the flame of the torch…
🙂 Hot dross can burn and spark as it hits the floor. More dangerous is the flame of the torch… FFA?
Future farmers of America
ran into you on another blog. you keep showing up in those strange worlds I wander through. even my daughter is following your blog. I think that is a good thing.