"Energy" by Harrie Costello
I find it in the early morning Whilst the rest of the world is not there and the peak of the sun is adorning the dew and the mist in the air It’s different under a stage light When your lips touch the pop screen of a mic It is constant, even in stage fright And renders us almost childlike Burnt out by flex of arms Feed turns to poison in one Built up to execute charm Kept until it must come undone Although the cup does runneth over And your primary source does run dry One can become quite the rover It’s tiresome, to watch it Everchanging Until we die
"people are overwhelming" by Linda M. Crate
i try to be upbeat, but i am an empath; an emotional sponge all the negative energy is exhausting to my soul full of love and light, and dreams and kindness; compassion and mercy— i feel overwhelmed people are too much i just want to be a hermit crab just climb into my shell, and linger there until this pandemic is gone because i find people overwhelming on their own even more so now.
"On Watching Him Read" by S.J. Saighead
Upon his face, careless pleasure Below his eyes and on the mouth. Upon this you could watch forever; Sustained on only this, no doubt. To watch his eyes play down the page, eager for the next encounter, A joy unsullied by weary age: His love is yours, it shall not fade.
What was striking to me in creating this piece was it’s movement. The colours embark in a dance; from the fiery licks of red into a softer mute and through to energetic ribbons of green. This sequence repeats on itself. The glass panel interrupts this flow and imposes it’s only rhythms and directions, the silver akin to the green in it’s vitality.