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"Country Song Lyrics-Photo Puzzles and A Wing In the Fire of Moods"

I came across a woman
she shared no emotions that felt kind
not with me.
Country song lyrics came to mind.
No smiles
no eyes that said today could be special.
No energy
except for her own sullenness
her own self indulgence.

I became someone in parenthesis.
No matter my life may have in fact known darker days
she would never know.
I don't suppose it really matters.
It is not as if she and I would ever be friends.

Yet the day would have
could have
had a softer presence.

It take so little really
just a little smile
a simple recognition.
It takes so little to rise to the occasion
see life outside of ones own breath.
Photo puzzles deciphered
country lyrics understood
just one wing in the fire.

I have thought of her
on an off
since that day I saw her sitting
slumped over
measuring my worth?
I am not sure of that.
I would not want to be unfair.

There was a breeze that day
I heard it gently in my ear.
It touched me through my hair.
I was reminded of different days
hard days
difficult days
a wing
just one left behind
and in the fire
more than a country lyric
more than a bad song.
Sad days
photo puzzles
never finding their place on the shelf.
Days I did not want to be in.

I then thought about that woman
decided to give her the benefit of the doubt
reasons to be sullen.
Paths I could not be savvy to.
One never knows.

Yet
oh
and yet
I want to feel the rain
the breeze
share smiles
no matter what.
Hope beyond
a wing that burns
have a glint in my eye
to share
even if no one looks up.

by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
15 April 2007

Check out the link at the top, it is from one of the pages of my website called,

Whimsical Angels | The Mask

It is the about the journey of an artist finding her way.

The image above is Whimsical Angels | The Mask
48x36 oil, gold leaf on canvas

The original painting will be shown at my up and coming show:

DAMEZ

April 26-June 2, 2007

Reception: April 26
5-8 pm

Monkdogz Urban Art
547 West 27 Street
(between 10 and 11 Avenues)
Chelsea, New York City
New York

212-216-0030


Website page for this painting along with information to purchase giclees,posters and
greeting cards may be found at: http://kathysart.com/Whimsical_Angels_The_Mask.html


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A Fantasy Fairies Dream Just Inside a Whisper

"A Fantasy Fairies Dream Just Inside a Whisper"

One Fairy whispered in my ear.
She told me a beautiful story.
I envisioned all the flowers
the scent they gave
the pond from where she came.
She had returned for a spell.
A spell on me
perhaps on you.

The mountains of Africa
have always been her home.
She whispered of treasures there.
Lobelia growing on trees
colors everywhere
covering the ground with love.
Exotic animals
stretched out over the landscape
feeling the space of
free horizons
such a beautiful dream.

I whispered back
hesitant at first
but I had questions.

I loved her.
I loved the idea of her
my magic fairy
my fantasy
my humble imagination.

I wondered why
her last visit with me
had been so short.
I barely had time to offer tea
cookies or chocolate.
I had found
charming stories
and saved them inside my pocket
lest she come.
I longed to tell her of their messages
and what they meant to me.
Why couldn't she stay with me always?

I wondered where she came from first.
Was it from a rainbow?
Had she simply appeared one day
after a storm?
Maybe after a storm of mine?

I whispered my questions
she smiled a loving smile at me
but then
she flew away.

I longed with all my heart
to take hold of time.
cradling the flowers she left for me
I bowed my head to weep
My longing not realized
that she stay longer.
I almost wanted to capture her
put her in a jar.

I feel you worried for her now.
Hummm?
No need.
I know what you feel is true
and wise.

As much as I love her
her life is open skies.
She is not mine
nor yours of course.

I hear a whisper in my ear
yet this time
it only comes back as the wind.

I will wait.
I will feel the softness of her.
Ah, she is such a fragile image.
I will drink tea
make cookies for later
and look out on to the sea
from where One Fairy came.

You are such a lovely reminder of her.
Thank you.

Kathy Ostman-Magnusen Free Gifts click here

Fantasy Fairies In Flight, Fantasy Fairies and Castles, Fairy Coloring Pages

Fairy Coloring Pages
I can do anything my heart says that is so
I keep ideas in a basket
I created long ago.

Flight for the commando
I hold a rock in hand.
You will not enter my fort of mud and dirt.
I have lined the edges with sticks and branches
I have gathered an army of old dollies
They sit at a table set for tea.

I have blocked its doorway
the entrance now is closed.
No enemy of fantasy fairies allowed!
I yell.

I swim far and wide
a tiny doughboy pool.
I grab hold of a never ending length of seaweed
a garden hose if you please.
It leads me to the Gandolf of the sea
the treasure worth the underwater journey.
Mermaid greet me
I offer them my dollies supper.

I build a little house
adobe brick I saw on TV.
I form them from the dirt
in my fathers garden
tiny squares
a castle it will be.
I shape them with my fingers
seeing their magnificence
imagining their length into the sky.
I line them up on a brick
and watch them as they dry.

My dog comes by and licks me
a funny little lad.
I offer him some sandwich
my mother made me
'tis lunchtime in the grove.
Potted meat
don't ever read
the ingredients she says
or you will never eat these yummy
tasty
sandwiches again.

I bounce up and down
a pogo stick meets my feat
I bounce for hours
just to see
It some time limit I can meet.

I walk on stilts
taller still
than any monster be
I quote my father
when he is angry
Just let me be.

Looking out into the sky
I feel the lonely night
remembering those adventures
that filled a little girl with fantasy and flight.
Remarkable today
no competition will be felt
for all those magical moment
I knew when I was young.
a little girl, a fantasy fairy
the captain of the fort.
I hold those days with awe
and kiss them on this day.

Fairy Coloring Pages
I can do anything my heart says that is so
I keep ideas in a basket
I created long ago.

Whimsical Angels|Fantasy Fairies|Legends of Mermaids|I Cradle Their Story

Magic happens
stars blink and moonbeams laugh out loud.
May creativity bloom like orchids
and laughter from fairies be your guiding song.
I will cradle every story
comfort sad endings
hope for the best
and meet your potential with warm smiles.
My forest fairy
mermaid lore
I treasure the fable
the mystery of your treasure.
I count the days
I measure the glow
I know your glances will restore me.
I take a tiny drop of water
let it touch a blossoms stamen
watch it move down to the center
of its connected flower.
One single moment
taken out from the day
to do something so small
insignificant to some I guess.
'Tis often to me as well.
Yet today
at this moment
I see the simple and cherish its visions.
Legends of mermaids
had at times moved past me
I had forgotten to notice
there far away singing.
Tiny yes
it seems I walked right past them.
I did not hear their somber acceptance
that they had been forewarned
by old habits of mine
stumbling in the grass.
Their tears I would not recognize
their heros had disappeared.
My forest fairy
my mermaids song
sweet breath from your story
shape my footsteps
as the leaf drops from its flowers petals.
Oh laughter
between the tears
I thought I heard you calling.
Poor pitiful glow
stars that shine at night
I had not noticed your glowing
as much at this song now allows.
I had not noticed your importance
to this jealousy of hope.
I tried to glean your energy
I tried to harness your home.
But the sky felt like it was falling
so I could not reach for its hopeful
yet fading, to me, inner tune.
There was a box outside the moon.
Alas I step out of my circle
tie ribbons on its rhythm
and coax my gentle whimsical angels home.
I sing this song to me
I pick its magnificent orchid
and ride the winds song
gently, safely home.