There’ll be no time for mourning when the dying is done
no time for mourning when the dying are gone
no time for mourning when the darkness falls
no time for mourning when the darkness calls
no time for mourning with the morning sun
no time for mourning because life goes on.
i’m trying to get that christmas feeling
listening to christmas songs all evening
decorating my rooms from floor to ceiling
hoping my tree won’t be long coming
so i can decorate it from floor to ceiling
while listening to christmas songs all evening
just to get that christmas feeling.
Thunderclouds threaten
Sunlight fades to purple haze
Autumn night has come.
Two Ships (watercolor on paper, 12″x18″)
silent dark water
bereft of light
two ships cross each other
in the silence of the night
what life is there on either
what work or play or fright
what unknown sea-bound voyager
in doubt awaits first light
how many lie in slumber
ensconced in surreal plight
how many wait and wonder
when land will be in sight
and still the ships forge deeper
in pertinacious flight
away from one another
away and out of sight.
© Cindy Lapeña, 2011
1-800-hotlips (watercolor on paper, 12″x18″)
call the number
if you dare
up from slumber
drop all care
get it right
don’t hesitate
don’t take all night
don’t start too late
who will answer
can you know
miss or mister
high voice or low
do you dare
to call the number
bring the player
into your chamber
hesitate
a moment more
you won’t find fate
at your front door
© Cindy Lapeña, 2011
Sunscape (watercolor on paper, 12"x18")
red
hot
sun
hot
red
heat
hot
heat
waves
red
hot
glare
bright
sun
flare
bright
yellow
glare
bright
yellow
sliver
yellow
orange
flare
Crouching in the shadows
Doubting, desperate, and despondent
Even the sunlight is drab
© Cindy Lapeña, 2011
The body moves
but the soul dances
The voice may be heard
but the heart sings out
The mind invents
but the spirit creates
All art emanates from their creators
All creators live through their art
© Cindy Lapeña, 2011
A solitary raindrop falls
On the neighbor’s rooftop
Echoing on the metal
Like the fragment of the thunderstorm it is.
Thunderclouds threaten
Sunlight fades to purple haze
Autumn night has come.
Cindy Lapeña: Creativity Unlimited 