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Such a beautiful tableau imagined
The palette of the picture so pure
The colors designed elegantly
Over many years the image emerged
The frame was hanging in the gallery
Awaiting the finished work
The guards were on their lunch break
Eating sandwiches and cups of perk
When they heard the artists quarreling
O’re how to fill in the blank spaces
That needed just a little more paint here and there on the canvas
Into the spacious loft they rushed to see what was going on
The masterpieces long awaited,
Were scheduled soon to be hung
Oh NO, they blinked, not believing their eyes
How can this have happened so close to opening night
The pictures meant to be blended into a single frame
Were now separated and lying still instead of animated
Paint all over the floor, flung up on the walls
Tattered pieces of paper thrown down on the ground
Faces flushed, tempers flared
Hearts in flux, sorrow in the air
For a moment it seemed possible that
It could still be fixed,
If only the right thing could be said or done or perhaps a magic kiss
No wand was raised, no enchanted sword came to cut the thick air
No words could mend the thoughts in the heads or the things already sunk in from the painful exchange which happened there
So the guards cleared the room, took the paintings away
Each to a loft to be finished for another display
Beautiful still, and more every day, surely to be completed and set in another pair of frames
The Master artist must be trusted for these others were merely His bond slaves
Flawed in their understanding, yet trying the best to paint by numbers in their way
No piece of beauty wasted by the Commissioner of the Arts
No heart ache unmeasured or unseen by God
All will be blended into the new work
All will be seen, the tapestry of hurt
Mixed with such beauty as the true colors become brighter
As sorrow brings out joy never understood until tempered by the fire.
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Fish out of water can’t swim
No retrofitted fins can take you through a cotton field
If you were born for the sea
Gills dry up with nothing to breathe
Mountain lions in a cage at a zoo
Will never show how they can climb truly
No matter how many features you build
To display them for the paying public to oogle
Country boy stuck on a subway
Dressed in slick shoes
Eating fancy meals like sushi
When he was made for a Chevy and boots and the SEC
Socialites left out in the sticks with no parties to organize
No manicures to get, no fancy hairdo’s
Writers with no pens or places to publish
Artists without canvas or galleries
Hoarders without rubbish
Grounded pilots
Mechanics separated from tools
A preacher without a bible or a pulpit or lost souls
Man without woman
Child taken from its mother
Feeling out of place
Searching for comfort
A vet with no animals
A farmer without seed
A skier in the desert
When it’s 100 degrees
A swimmer in the tundra
Covered in layers of fluffy nonsense
For someone
Who only wants a spandex suit
To move freely in water
The teacher with no pupils
Or none who will listen
An extrovert on a island with no one but Wilson
The quiet child in a room full of noise
And banter and overstimulating toys
A runner stuck on a treadmill
Longing for the road or a track or a course with hills
The musician who goes deaf but still writes the 9th
Putting voices in to sing about the Joy of the Creator
Love and kisses and conquering hatred
Every soul is striving to be it’s best
To find the place to draw life and give it
When stifling circumstances and squelched dreams seek to kill
The human spirit drives to find a place where it can fulfill
Purpose and design
What one was made for in this life
The salmon swims against the current
As it was born to spawn and die
So we all are pushing to the place
Where what we are created to be can be displayed.

– Sherry Carlstrom
October, 2013

Truths that you wish were not
Or if only they were known and understood
Before they stand in the way of good things
Learning the hard way hurts more than the one who learned
Lessons from all sides, deep fires burning
Walking out on the cliff
Swimming out in the deep
Taking the risks of loves leaps
Cuts that come even when you think its safe
Its all in the way of things
Sighs and redeeming
Wondering, waiting
Losing and gaining
Can’t stop life from living
Can’t stop death from grieving
Can’t stop love from beating
No way out but to stay in
Put it on the line
While keeping it together once again
Only have a chance to win
If you play the game wholehearted
Hold ‘em or fold ‘em
Shoot for the bulls eye
Aim for the fence
Hail Mary at the end
Chips on the table
Rack up the pins
Roll the dice
Give it the college try
Losers never win if they won’t keep playing
Hearts meant to be on fire
Smolder, flame or blaze
Truth is, it’s the only way

– Sherry Carlstrom –  October, 2013

Dig the gravel pits
Go
Down deep
Tend the grapes
Man the battle stations
Keep the weapons clean
Beauty comes from
Working the field
Generations borne
Of Longevity
Get your hands dirty
Making the world clean
Raise up the harvest
Bring in the sheaves.

– Sherry Carlstrom