Colorful Zebra's cuddle

Just finished Pop Art Zebra's in an abstract sunset. 20x16 acrylic painting.

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Phoenix Painting By Angela Hearn

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Ants in the Mail

   You ever wake up to such a good day you think it's to good to be true? Yeah, that's about how it worked out Friday. 

I had to make a run to the bank and as I was leaving I noticed some mail that was missed the evening before. I figured I'd grab the mail on the way out.  I dropped it into my lap and continued on my way. I get about a fourth mile down the road when I start feeling a horrible stinging followed with flaming pain. I look down and see a whole colony of fire ants unleashing their furry for touching their new found housing all over my middle half. Now first instinct screams get them off but second instinct says get off the road dummy. So I race my car to the side of the road throw the mail and began slapping the ants off. I can only began to imagine the site one must of beheld as they passed by me on the roadway. I mean even after I thought I got them all I was still going. My mind insuring my hair was clear. I checked myself over thinking it was over and climbed back in the car. However, I wasn't quite finished. Some unrelenting savages had made their way beneath my under garments and we're now waging war with parts no ant belongs. I had no option but to flee to the closest store. After which I was almost afraid to leave the bathroom after running through the store like a bat out of hell. The day only progressed with profuse itching for its duration.  

This is just something you can't expect. Who would of guessed ants would be in their mail of all places. I'm assuming they ran during the heavy rain and took up new residence in my mail that night. Either that or the mail man really hates me. Lol I'm going with the rain. 

However, I may be shaking the mail and checking for ants from now on. Though I'm sure my unfortunate event may have been someone else's laugh for the day the reoccurrence is one I'd rather avoid. 

Blog readers

Hello, and a warm welcome. Thank you for taking the time to visit my blog I completely forgot I had. Yes through the busy day's of motherhood I had forgotten I even blogged some of my poetry.  Maybe the hit on the head did the trick of reminding me I own a blog. Yes, I slipped on my 9 year Olds shirt and so gracefully with all my clumsiness tripped head first into into a corner and nearly knocked myself out. Oh the joys of motherhood. Those moments the kid's feel so guilty for leaving their shirt in the floor they go above and beyond to remedy it. Aside from a concussion I'm good. But leave it to me to find humor in it all. All I can say is my head isn't stronger than an oak board but an oak board is strong enough to crack my head. Still wasn't as bad as the whole drove of fire ants in my mail the other day but we will save that for the next blog. Named Ant Dance. Keep an eye out for it.
Anyway, as I get back on blogging track thank you for taking the time to visit my blog and hope you come back again.

FALL A FLAME ON AUTUMN LEAVES

Fall a flame on autumn's breeze, red, orange, yellow autumn leaves, coco, scarves and ugly sweaters in the chill of November weather.

Tale between the Lines

I read your words so young you sound,
your heart a twisted road,
upon it lay traps and snares to the side a little toad.
I can only read a tale I see between the lines,
but I can see the shadows with sharp claws as they climb,
I do not know your story but I see the weeping willows,
I do not know your pain but I see the rocks your pillows.
I can not say a word for my road is twisted to,
the irony of knowing is something we have to do.
ive seen so many children I want to wrap up in my arms,
so many that are broken I want to shild from harm.
To watch them grow like faded photos
tears my heart in two,
 The sad thing is I see that child deep inside of you.
I havent any wisdom words other than you can fly,
wings may be broken, though I dont know why.
twisted roads can straitin while your in a waiting place,
but don't move to slow and don't use to much haste.
We all have our roads to walk no one can feel our shoes,
Some have forever sunny skies,
but I see storms in you.
I lay out on the plush green grass,
 the clouds passing over Texas skies,
looking for an answer to many reasons as to why.
I do not know your tale I must read between the lines,
Your heart a twisted road,
trapped in the snarls and vines.
there's tyranny inside the print of bruises long ago,
and though they can't be seen now there tender words do show.
The shadows grip like heavy chains,
they bind you like Prometheus to the mountain top,
and inside I see your struggle one that doesn't stop.
I can not say how to break the heavy chains inside,
but a tear I shed for you because I relate to what's inside.
a dragon lurks with fire breath stomping through your soul,
trying to consume you take over your control.
behind your rocks for pillows I see you bow your head,
your life a long story but your alive not dead.
you made it to the morning that light is just enough,
and something else I see is a survivor brave and tough.
I read your words so young you sound,
your heart a twisted road ,
upon it lay traps and snares to the side a little toad.
I can only read a tale I see between the lines,
But I can see the shadows with sharp claws as they climb.