Sometimes I splash inks, watercolors, and acrylics onto paper just to see what happens. Within the chaos an image usually forms, and in this case, I found fan adorable little fantasy creature. What is she? A who’s it, or what’s that, or whatchamacallit? You tell me. Regardless, I fell in love with her flower filled hair and tail puff, her tiny fairy wings, and her big eyes.
She speaks with love And lets compassion guide her way. ~ Janna Vanderveen
Rainbows and pearls Adorn fairies and sprites Who dust imaginations With magic and light. ~ Janna Vanderveen
She rose from her bed, Cobwebs in her head, And studied the light in her room. Through windows it played Pale fingers that splayed Dispelling the darkness and gloom. Like a fairy it called And she followed, enthralled Ensnared by its enticing tune She peered through her blinds Astonished to find Bright stars and the face of two moons. Two moons glowing pale As if hung on a scale Yet tied to the earth like balloons Both fighting… Read More
Our desire to create is fueled by the power of our imagination. We only need to observe a child playing to see that this is true. Take my daughter’s artwork as an example. Within this picture exists a story that only she can explain. If she’d sit still long enough, I’d pick her brain and unravel it, just to share it with you all. But she’s only five and wants to play outside. As a fantasy writer, I… Read More
A Poem of Thankfulness Your love is everlastingYour arms reach far and wideYou carry me in splendorYou never leave my side Upon your winds of favorYou lift me up to flyYour wings, beloved saviorA shelter in the sky. Your gifts, they fall like raindrops,Your water soothes my soulYou fill my heart with plentyYour grace, it makes me whole ~ Janna Vanderveen
My five-year-old daughter drew this village picture, with a house, pink cotton candy tree (her most favorite snack), garage, car, dog, and flowers. We added a few trees to fill in the blank areas. Around it all is a fence. She would have preferred that I watercolor paint the entire picture pink, but I assured her that added color would look nice too. So, voila! “Pink World” (Click on link for high-resolution… Read More
Watercolor Attempt #13 This painting reminds me of my childhood which was filled with days of life guarding, Saturday’s at swim meets,, camping with family, and snapping green beans with the radio blaring Christopher Cross’s song “Sailing.” What summer memories do you have?
Waves and storms Such fickle thorns Which billow and blow Shouting, “GO! NO! GO!” You staunch threadbare wings Ensnaring the one who sings Fly fairy, flee Find your victory. ~ Janna Vanderveen
Hatchlings birth On the longest night When three moons align At the peak of twilight An immediate pairing Hatchling and sprite Two minds for sharing If the melding’s done right. ~ Janna Vanderveen Photo Credit: http://www.fanpop.com
Battle weary Morale dreary The war won But not done Insane Is the pain For loved ones slain Grief falls like rain Crashing Lashing In roiling waves Drowning graves In sorrow For a better tomorrow. ~ Janna Vanderveen Photo Credit: http://www.wallpaperhere.com
Moons Runes Muttering buffoons A sordid lot, my crew Torn sails Broken rails The thorn of my travails A beastly ship, this canoe Rotten health Dwindling wealth No pride or stealth Given in search of you. ~ Janna Vanderveen Photo Credit: http://www.widewallpapers.us
Chain mail and fire Nightmare or desire Soft feathers of flight Hardened scales of might Violent energy in hands Sizzling violet strands Of power For this hour Foreseen and foretold In prophesies of old Shout, woe is the day Wail, woe is the way Of black dragon and nightrider And the vengeance inside her. ~ Janna Vanderveen Photo Credit: http://www.pageresource.com
Inside autumn’s dream A pixie popinjay Weaves golden leaves as one Into a grand toupee. With wings so very sheer Your dance a grand ballet And preen before the crowd In an extravagant sort of way. ~ Janna Vanderveen
Faerie and pixie, Both wearing green, Frolic beside, A blue-flowing stream. Both tiny and large Sprinkling star-dust with glee Proving size doesn’t matter. Where there’s inner beauty. ~ Janna Vanderveen
Several summer’s ago, my husband and two lifejacket-clad sons swam to a tiny island off the shore of Lake Huron. They stood on a branch which jutted out the water and soaked in the view while I snapped their photo. It was stunning. Well…OK, maybe their view didn’t look quite like this. I may have gone a little photo-editing crazy. I love to take the ordinary and turn it into the extraordinary. Happy Sunday!
Waters blue Cold oceans deep Dark roiling clouds Watch mermaids sleep Awaken light Fling starlight fair Revive the dead And answer prayer. ~ Janna Vanderveen Photo Credit: http://wakpaper.com, Karimdell Digital Art
Gales of change Announce a fight arranged Beneath snow-capped trees While the maiden fair With the wind-blown hair Rests a sabre on her knees. ~ Janna Vanderveen (Click on photo for full resolution) Photo Credits: http://www.smscs.com
Crazed is the gaze Of sorrow worn, When flesh fails to adorn This metallic face. So violently erased Torn, rendered, disgraced. Ripped apart, Like my shattered heart. Oh, but your eyes Dripping tears, from blue skies You wail, moan, struggle to breathe You mustn’t give up, ever, please. With clarity I see Your unabashed love for me. Unfettered, unadorned, Already mourned. Beloved, you must run, Forget the ungodly one, And this ugly war Where revenge avenges the score. Seek the Narrator The great Re-Creator. Whose birth… Read More