The Society Of Layerists In Multi-Media
Creative Expressions
If you'd like to submit any creative endeavors for this page, beyond the visual realm (words, music, movement, or other expressions of creativity) please use the form here.
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DIRTY
Kit Croucher
Poem
Grandmother's house Circa 1812 cellar dirt floor scary open door odor strong wall reek coal bin stinky root cellar mice funk monster furnace Do I dare go down there? ITCH On our evening walks, we watch rabbits. They never stop sniffing. I google rabbit. Fifty million scent cells. We have a meager six million. We call to them. They come to our voice. We toss them bite size shredded wheat, one by one, but mostly they don't see. They smell. A good sniff of each other is like a chat. When rabbits shift their noses up and down it is called "nose blinking." Watching those tiny nose muscles twitch makes my nose itch. Makes me want to nose blink. AGED My elderly father asked, "Do I smell bad?" He knew he didn't know.​
Haikus on my husband's passing.
Win Ratz
Poem
Fading light
One last breath
Eagle soaring.
Raindrop on window
Moment of beauty
Here,
Then gone.
Fading blossoms
One last breath
Then silence
Into the Great Beyond
Peace.
Blossom/Yellow
Robin E Brooks
Poem
In the spring of 2020 I took a creative writing workshop with the poet Stuart Kestenbaum on Zoom. My poem Blossom/Yellow was inspired by one of Stu's writing prompts. Yellow has always been a challenging color on my palette. And I love to garden. I hope you enjoy this meditation on yellow. Robin Brooks, June 28, 2021, revised July 3, 2021, second revision January 14, 2022, third revision April 12, 2022.
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The Circle Unbroken
Winifred D Ratz
Poem
This poem expresses how I feel about our true reality which I believe is Spirit; unlimited, boundless, eternal, and joyous.
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Could It Be This Way?
Winifred D Ratz
Poem
My poems are an aspect of soul, spirit in expression. They come from a place of joy and pain and complement my artwork.
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Bird Voice
Kit Croucher
Poem
just outside my window morning muse good vibrato mezzo soprano limited range lots of repetition less a song more a monologue sounds like me if I was a bird​
How to do the Laundry
Robin E Brooks
Poem
I wrote this poem during an online creative writing workshop with Stuart Kestenbaum through the Haystack Mountain School of Crafts. The writing prompt was to compose a "How to..." poem.
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Dividing the Yarrow
Robin E Brooks
Poem
This poem was begun during a June 2020 creative writing workshop with Stuart Kestenbaum offered by the Haystack Mountain School of Crafts. Our prompt was to compose a poem inspired by another poet. My choice was "Turning the Begonia" by Rhina P. Espaillat. Enjoy!
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Enchanted Forest
Sharon Eley
18 x 18, Mixed media on canvas
This art piece was a mixture of trees printed on tissue, pen and ink, and torn images of painted papers. I wanted to create something ethereal and put me in touch with nature. I think this piece did it for me.
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Into the Forest, Beyond the Trees
Sharon Eley
12 x 12, Mixed media
Playing angel music from the beginning of my piece to the end helps me to create the feelings I have as I draw or lay each piece of paper or image down into multiple layers on my canvas until it feels finished. The poem was written to represent the piece created.
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Songs of Praise II
Sharon Eley
12 x 12, Fabric
I enjoyed creating this piece and coordinating the fabric that spoke to me. I wanted to include birds and develop a piece of art that expressed the happiness birds bring us in the early spring and summer, from dawn to sunset. What wonderful creatures who bring joy to those of us who listen to their songs.
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Awe
Janet Ruffin
Poem
Janet has poems published in Enchantment of the Ordinary, Mutabalis Press, Time Slice: Houston Poetry, Mutabalis Press, Suddenly IV, (Prose, Poetry and Sudden Fiction, Anthology of Texas Writers, Stone River Press to name a few. She also has completed a manuscript of 50 poems dealing with her work with children with cancer.
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Dawn of a New Day
Sharon Eley
11 x 14, Acrylic
Birds are often in my paintings. This painting led me to paint birds at dawn of a new day and inspired this poem as the painting was completed. What you can't see behind the inset is an angel kneeling at a stone as the sun rises.
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At the Heart
Sharon Eley
16 x 20, Mixed media
This image developed while I was experimenting with poured paint from a pipette onto tissue paper. I allowed it to spread and create its own image. When dry it reminded me of a heart, yet still beating. A woman purchased it who had just lost her husband because it spoke to her as it did me.
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Shade
Marlene Meitl
Photography
Love my garden of bugs that give me pleasure and pictures of nature.
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