Final Fantasy Real Emotion | Passages

"Spring Cleaning Yard and Flower Bed - A Poem About Spring Cleaning"

Fairies stand round
giggle with glee
tis a poem about spring cleaning.
I'll post in on my fridge.
I'll use a magnet of tin
now shiny after my buffing it.
A magnet of a daisy
green leaves, yellow center
and wonderful white petals.
He loves me
he loves me not.

Flower fairies
garden ornaments
spring break
set in place.
Spring cleaning
yard and flower bed
everything ready for summer.
Fairies come out to feel the freshness
smiles are everywhere.

Simple and clean
it did not take as long as I thought
and oh!
I am rewarded by the calmness it brings.
I feel freer somehow
just knowing things are in their place
closer to what ornaments looked like
when first bought.

Leaves of fall taken away
the ones that were left over
green is invited to sing here once again.

My garden is ready for new plantings
zucchini, lettuce and string beans
fresh corn from its husk
my garden is clean for my labor
smile
HUGE smile.
A flower fairy
and garden ornaments
of well cared for sentiments.

Spring cleaning
yard and flower bed
tis such a lovely delicate site.
Fantasy fairies sing
honeybees are ready to do their job
as i just finished mine.

Tis fitting
a poem about spring cleaning
when the day knows dusk
all the flowers will sing a song
in the morning
and I will feel the freshness
not felt as brightly yesterday.

Sing my little fantasy fairies
bring granny cookies
ice tea and your sun bonnet
tis spring alas today
I write you a letter
with a poem about spring cleaning.

by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
17 April 2007

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PS the painting at the top is from my Victorian Series and is titled,

"Forget Me Not"

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Ohh My Whimsical Musicians Artwork Does Map Faery Tale Adventures


This excuse for passion
map a faery tale adventure
go ahead
make those ribbons sway.
Whimsical musicians artwork
Did you give thanks?
Did you think you were magic?
Whimsical sitting bride and groom
songs in the morning...
I guess I thought you were once too.

Will you run to the store for me?
whimsical musician
pick up those things I love?
Will you run?
Map a faery tale adventure?

Remind me to give you a gift in return
or at least a trace of one
this bride
this groom.
My generosity is shortcoming
fine art whimsical angel commissions
though justified in its seclusion
I think we will agree.

The breezes I find here
comforting I guess.
I thought i'd find a gift somewhere
my bride
my groom
but no.

The breezes I find here
sacred
holy
yet only
breezes.

Blood drips down from the entry
no matter the cost.
You have survived
tell me so I can sleep tonight.

There is mold on your charms
I mark the path
it is a ruthless war.

There was a stranger
I hear he was sleeping
I am bleeding
again
in the hallway
but I am none the less wiser.

Who will tell the story when blood is gone?

I'll test your hands for bleeding
yours or mine
no going back.

You would think that someone would say something
wouldn't you?
make a map of a faery tale adventure?
But no
no big talk here.
I will accept to sorry answers
no folded flowers
no matter the color.

I hope to see you again
or maybe me
in this comfort zone
gentle zone I formed with sand.

I've narrowed it down at least
made lists
still incomplete
yet I live here.
People move
pardon the mess
I am on my way
I will be whole no matter what i think right now.

Ahh the blood stain
that you left behind
you were looking for another victim
and something sacred to hide
I bend to those conclusions
yet still
all the while
I paste bandages over my mouth.

Seclusion
my martyr
do we need an ambulance?

I am still thinking of your voice
or someone's
whimsical musicians artwork
yet I do not hear those good intentions
no matter how hard I listen.
They have been left by the wayside
that I am now.

This voice
it says to run.
All I can say is...
how?
You seem to see my reflection
every where I go
I do go.

This voice has rivers
they flow over
but freezes in the winter.

Where is winter?

My best friend
time out
winter
my best friend.

I am embedded in the moon
I did not admit to it before
and yet I am.

The cloud that succumbs me
hides me in the shadows.
Its not about me or you
no bell to chime.
Don't count on me
whimsical musicians artwork
or stupid rhymes in poems.
No one that I know can feel their breathing.

Such a bad predicament
I continue to repair it.
No dollies here though
no hair to comb
no smudges patched
no
real love tells you to fly
fly
home.


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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 http://kathysart.com/Whimsical_Angels_The_Mask.html ,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


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"Make It Rain-Grim Reaper Artwork and a Fairies Illustrations"

I hear the ground
those before me
I am humbled.
I hear their voices
they speak of lost days
grim reaper artwork
so why
do I...
lose them?

I want to feel passion
I want ti make it rain
yet I am almost sick of the word.
it is not enough
words not met by deeds.
Pictures cut out from magazines
pasted on the floor
I want to walk in their gardens.

I stroke my own hair
hear me breathing
I am not sure it is really me
and yet
I am a fantasy fairy in a snow filled jar.
A bench sits in the middle of the ocean
my brush is filled with aqua.
I remove tight fitting muzzles
lest bright colors fly away.
I always seem to miss the signs
and yet
I will try to spy them now
lest I die.
One cannot control adventures
nor define them
a fairies illustrations
but I will try none the less.

I count the days
grim reaper
but I am not sure why
maybe because
I count my paintings.

I hear the breaths of tombs.
They did not know their shadow
before their passing.
And ohhh...
I hear their complaints
making rain
I guess I am one.
I sing in harmony.
How many failures can one accept
and still be noticed?

Let me climb from this jar
let me taste the stamen of a flower
touch my tongue on a tiny miracle
stave off honey bees
stand firm
this story is meant for me.

Pleasantries are gone in winter
it feels too cold for smiles.
I will seclude myself
till the snow is past
and no longer floating free
in unopened jars full of water
filled to the brim with wishes
for fantasy fairies like me.

I am a tear
yet I have added a second blanket
and should be fine.

Voices
everywhere
I stop
I hear...
grim reaper illustrations
calling out for drops of water.
And ever so timely
bringing umbrellas to cover
voices from the ground.

14 April 2007
by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen

The little painting above is a 4 1/2 x 11 watercolor. I mostly paint in oils because I feel it demands the most respect but like most artists all mediums are fair game. When I painted this little painting I was really into it and painted some 50 little paintings of women, children, flowers and yes a few men.

I do paint men on occasion. Smile.

Hey... what would we women do without glorious men?!! HUGE smile.

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"Art Deco Art Stencils and Pencil Drawings of Dragons"

Art deco
art stencils
I paste my heart on the Milky Way.
I will steady the ladder
hold it safely
for you
my pegasus
to see the view.

I take away smiles from all the dragons.
Pencil drawings
dragons made to know my conquering ways.
I am the master of my own shadow.

Fantasy art
warrior women
they meet me at the gate.
I laugh and leave them candy
lest they melt away.

Art deco
art stencils
how do I paste fantasy fairies
securely on the moon?
I melted my dragon
erased his confidence
right when I needed him most!

Back to the drawing table
I suppose
dragons can be drawn again
smiles reassured.
Drawing fire from his breath
fantasy art
warrior women conquer all.

I do not recent my dragon
I draw him freely
and yet
I make sure he understands my power.
I am a warrior
I hold my own pen
I draw when and whatever pleases me.

I take my pencil
draw a dragon, a fairy, a ghost of me.
I pick up all the stencils
art deco I have planned
I remind myself of my own worth.
I do not need to fit in an envelope
I would not travel well anyway.

I take my glass
fill it to the brim with dreams
toast the shadow of a dragons past
no matter the flames
or drama he screams out.
I am a warrior
a woman of fantasy
it rests very safely in my heart.

Ahh it all does please me so
my stencils on the moon.
I sit atop it now
reviewing all my former postings
still silent
yet smiling
as a ship sets sail
being led by a dragon
on the Milky Way.

21 March 2007
by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen


"Silk ll" 40x30 oil on canvas
by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen

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I Stood Inside A Rainbow

New painting, "Orchids" 40x30 oil on canvas




"I Stood Inside A Rainbow"

I stumbled to find myself
wanting to be lifted
and yet
I fell to smell the earth.

I stayed there for hours
me in brown beginnings
researching the treasure
that before
I had only walked upon.

I pointed my finger
into a tiny hole.
I hoped I might discover
one thing different
I had not known before.

Alas I found myself mesmerized
as an ant climbed from its cave.
One ant, one tiny ant
a delicate treasure, and
a focus in my day.

He became like none other
I had ever seen before
because
I chose to lean my attention
sit in pause
and hear life, and its
unmistakable roar.

A reflection in a pond
beyond the ants tiny hole
I leaned to meet the journey.
Who knew a lake would open
by the magic of my own smile.

I found myself host
to a thousand tiny angels
and an afternoon of solace.
I toasted all the Universe
and from roses
I sniffed a glistening vapor of hope.

I knew thirst to touch the dew on roses
and treasure all they had to say
found comfort in their voices
as the sun met their moisture
of an ever so brilliant day.

I stood inside a rainbow
Its colors met my skin.
Stepping then outside myself
decoding past objections
I accepted miracles were calling
and stood back to watch them grow.

by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen


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"Whimsical Angels and a Sea Horse"

"Whimsical Angels and a Sea Horse"

Everyone has a story to tell
prison robes felt
rainbow that came after the rain
I cradle mine
and listen to yours.

I search out my song
listen to silence when needed.

I place a fence around my garden
my garden that is me.
I let in what will cause my garden to grow.
I think of of the times I failed
saw wilted stones
tossed them into a lake
skipped time
skipped me.

Gentle flowers sing.
They leave a delicate fragrance
they dance when the wind is right.
I prop them with a stick and gentle cords
they await my compliant sighs.

Sometimes
I cannot swim in this sea
close the wrong doors
open the right ones
decipher my worth here
and yet
I hear those flowers panting.

I write about fairies
whimsical angels
musicians of the heart
I post their pictures high.
I hope that I can still reach them later
when later arrives.

I get tired of hearing of dead robins
and yet
I cannot help but run to their rescue.
I feel their last breath
hold their fate
and mine
I can only sigh at theirs.
I cry for them.

I drew a sea horse.
I will mount it and it will take me home.
I will gather all the roses
and dead robins in the yard.
All the angels and fairies will meet me
past that last star
no longer bleeding.
I will wrap up wounds
with ribbons and bows
and we will leave them there.