The just started torn paper collage sat, unfinished, on the table for three weeks. Inspired by my self imposed, weekly, Tuesday deadline I finished.
I spent the day tearing paper into shapes and sizes I deemed worthy to represent each piece of inspiration. I found myself tearing, gluing, looking, gluing, tearing. I found myself stepping back to take it in. I found myself taking breaks and returning. Despite the stress of the deadline, every moment spent working was relaxing. And when the last piece was glued to the paper, the ideas stopped swirling and one landed on the page in a poem.
one conicle hydrangea
whose petals appear tiny and white
with the aid of the july sun
the late summer sun serves strong rays
to the conicle hydrangea
whose flowers leisurely turn pink
black eyed susans bookend
one ever changing conicle hydrangea