Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Goo's Music Video from the Gumby Show

OK, this may seem a little odd, but I wanted to post a YouTube video featuring the flying blue mermaid Goo from the eternally original Gumby Show. This episode first aired in 1957.

I can relate to Goo not only because I share her name as my nickname but her dreams are as wild as mine and our ideas even wilder! The last line of the original Gumby song was, "If you have a heart, then Gumby's a part of you." To which I add, "And Goo too!"

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Dancing with Dad

In honor of Father's Day, I am sharing this poem that I wrote about my father. He passed away in 2002 and I miss him and my mom terribly.

I wrote this poem, printed it on parchment paper and framed it. I gave it to my dad as a present on his 75th birthday. He loved it.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

The Sky from the Perspective of an Artist

Like a lot of people, crayons were my first media as an artist. Opening up a new box of crayons, seeing all the perfect points and smelling the rich scent of wax always reminds me of childhood. One of my favorite activities was coloring and this influence shows up in much of my art. Here is a poem I wrote about a cherished memory:

The Artist’s Sky


A crowded kindergarten room
filled with trucks and dolls.
It is Play Time,
the hour past Coloring Time
and right before Nap Time.


The crayons and papers
have long been put away.
The smiling people,
stick trees, puffy clouds and corner suns,
all finished and forgotten,
except by the girl with the blue crayon.


Her friend pleads her to come
play with Barbie,
but the young artist says,
“The sky’s not done.”


“Color just the clouds
like everyone else,”
her friend replies.


But the artist continues drawing,
moving the stubby crayon back and forth
across the expanse
until the entire background
is filled in.


©2011 Ginny Gaura

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

A Poem Called "Truth"

I'll be sharing some of my own poems in upcoming posts as I intend to publish them in book form. Back in the days before the internet explosion (the early 1990's), I had submitted my poetry to various literary magazines through snail mail, though it was called just plain mail at the time. I even got published in some small presses. For some odd reason or other, I stopped submitting, though I continued to write. I literally have hundreds, if not thousands of poems. Rhyming poems, structured poems, free-verse poems, short poems, long poems, nonsense poems, serious poems, concrete poems, mystical poems, prose poems, philosophical poems, visual poems. Like Emily Dickinson, I tend to shut myself away and write poetry. Also, I find that her bun hairdo is the perfect place to keep pens and pencils.

So here's a short poem to start:

Truth

Sometimes it’s so loud
you can’t hear it.
Sometimes it’s so soft
it makes the heavens stand still.

©2011 Ginny Gaura