SunDust Gallery Opening Tonight!

My photo and original poem was accepted in the show "Urban Motifs". I'll be at the gallery this evening. Look for "If you blink you'll miss Nothing".

Here's a sneak peek...

Day Old Cookies

I traveled alone
from Scottsdale, Arizona to Portland, Oregon.
I can still see the smiles of aunts and uncles greeting me at the airport.
All the hugs and “oh look how she’s grown“. All but one are gone now.
I walked up those four cement steps in front of the gray house with white shutters.
The grass was so green, the trees so tall. The neighborhood so quaint.
The counter tops in the kitchen were very short.
Grandpa’s typewriter, worn with years of use, sits in the corner of the tiny living room.
I was only 12.
I took bubble baths in an old style tub with four ornate feet.
For two weeks I stayed.
I slept in a big double bed with lots of soft pillows.
When I thought I could drift off to sleep, I pulled the chain over my bed to turn off the light.
I remember hearing the soft footsteps of my Grandpa’s slippers
walking down the wood floored hall.
Every night he would open the door ever so slightly to make sure I was resting.
I heard the house creak in the night.
I felt the rumble of trains in the distance.
I awoke to birds singing softly in the trees.
I explored the old house and found an old washer in the half basement.
There were carved trails in the dirt in the old basement.
My uncle drove cars on those tiny cliffs long ago.
I found the attic. It was small and warm.
There was something familiar about this place.
Something in my memory, just out of reach.
We drove to see the ocean cliffs
We ate ham and cheese sandwiches on salt rising bread.
We had broken cookies and a pear for dessert..
I can almost feel the delicious crunch of those day old cookies.
I wish I could remember the smell of dinner cooking on the stove at my Grandpa’s house.
I long to feel the damp gray sidewalks on my bare feet again.
I wish I could remember when it felt like home…

Poem by Judy Wood
Spring 2010

Dragonfly

This is a page layout from the latest Compendium of Curiosities Challenge. The original poem was written by David Wood.

Forest

Sometimes... I wonder if I like the idea of forests in my artwork because I live in a desert, longing for cooler weather, the wind in the trees. I must write a poem about the trees...

Here is one of my favorite forest drawings...

Inspired by a photo by D. Sharon Pruitt

Star Dust ~ Poem by Judy Wood

Shooting stars are simply grit from space colliding with air molecules high up in the sky.

Tonight the air is cool. The night is still.
The scent of night blooming jasmine tickles my nose.
The blanket around my shoulders feels soft and warm.

As I gaze into the starlit sky, lost in thoughts of the coming day
I hear the door creak open.
I feel his breath on my cheek as he moves in close to comfort me.
Together, we fought through the grit of life.

We’ve overcome many trials, others give up, we go on…
I see a shooting star and make my wish…


Poem by Judy Wood
Winter 2010