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Image Prompt: Over The Rough Spot

Art Title: Over The Rough Spot © Kat Hannah A Kat Tale
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The artist lives in Pennsylvania, and specializes in oil painting/fine
art prints in the genre of figurative expressionism.

Artwork used with permission from Kat Hannah.


Sarah-Paige said...

Holding fast to his
slumping shoulders
I whisper,
'I'll never let you go',
as the the familiar
falls away
to the crumbling cliffs
of youthful temptations.
Steeling glances
from between hair
of rain and wisdom
I watch his feet
make a million tracks
on my behalf
through this valley
of shadowy doubt,
ready to sacrifice
his scarlet blood
should the demons
spring from below
their steaming waters.

Poetic Artist said...

It is true you have walked enough for now. Rest upon me. You have been faithful and true for now I will forever carry you.

Lisa said...

if i continue to carry you
you will never learn to walk

James Parker said...


It's a long highway,
Down Life's road that we travel,
Pot holes and speed bumps,
Mud slides and loose gravel.

We seldom get far,
If we go it alone,
There's no AAA
To get us back home.

There's times that we're carried,
And times We must carry,
Through rough spots and good times,
That's the way Life need vary.

But the way God can help,
If you just let Him in,
Is to send us an angel,
In the form of a friend.

Rinkly Rimes said...

When he was born
He was as light as air.
I worried about his weight.
Was I being a
Good Mother?
I carried him effortlessly.
It seemed that
Would be a breeze.
He felt as light as a breeze,
Even in the dark,
Milky nights.
It was fulfilling,
Being a Good Mother.
Lately, he has been growing more heavy.
I welcome his
Burgeoning boyhood.
I am proud.
But he is no longer light.
Suddenly, today,
Came the realisation
That he will grow ever heavier.
And that I shall always
Carry him on my back.
Being a
Good Mother.
Whenever he encounters
A rough spot
It will be my duty
To lift him
Back on to my shoulders.
Even when he is
Fully grown,
I will carry my son,
A weight and a pleasure.
He will never
Leave my shoulders.
And when I am old,
Old and withered,
He will still be there.
Because I am
A Good Mother.

dominique eichi said...

suptedle is my word verification which I read as subtitle,
in all my journey's the one that was the most amazing is the one where you carried me.
for my strength had abandon me.
I now understand I can totally surrender my burdens to you for each and every moment you are walking with me.

Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.

Lorna said...

Well, no judgments here, but look at the woman/mother/carrier and then look at the Carried. He is dressed in deep saturated brown and a red Mandarin orange head covering whereas her clothing is faded with only two punctuations of deep intense black.

One could make the unpopular observation that the carried has drained the life out of the carrier.

I didn't say that I would say it, but one could....


glorv1 said...

Now I know what they mean when they say, "I've got a monkey on my shoulder." or maybe, "Where ever you go, what ever you say, I will back you up."
Have a great Tuesday evening.

nc said...

"stay calm," -

"ok,mama,," said the little boy.

Tweedles -- that's me... said...

Oh mama
Your fading.
Don't go from me.
For seasons you carried me.
You were the one who was there for my every need.
Time is taking you from me.
You are fading.
I will keep carring you.
Just don't leave me.
I will carry you away from the pain,and the silence that is pulling on you.
Don't go from me.
I still need you.

Meandering Michael said...

It had not been the best of days
In fact, I lost my job
My wife left with another man
(A hitman for the Mob)
My dog was killed (a hit and run)
My cat just had ten kittens
There's nothing in my bank account
And I can't find my mittens
My white shirts came out pink again
(I still can't find that sock)
I stepped into a pile of poo
And tripped over a rock
I've got a nasty rash (down there)
That makes it hard to pee
But I cannot let it get me down

Some have it worse than me

There's bonafide solution
You should try when times are tough:
Just lend a hand to someone else
And you'll see soon enough
It doesn't matter what your age
(Twelve years or even eighty)
When you lighten someone else's load
Your burdens aren't as weighty

A Cuban In London said...

'Take me in your darkest room
Close every window and bolt every door
The very first moment I heard your voice
I'd be in darkness no more

Take me to the most barren desert
A thousand miles from the nearest sea
The very moment I saw your smile
It would be like heaven to me

There's not any mountain too rugged to climb
No desert too barren to cross
Darling if you would just show a sign of love
I could bear with all loss

Take me to Siberia
And the coldest weather of the winter time,
And it would be just like spring in California
As long as I knew you were mine'

'Take Me' performed by Karen Dalton

Greetings from London.

Renee said...

Now if you have ever posted a picture that is me to a tee this is it. I am heading over there pronto.

Love you Nancy and I hope that you are well.



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