Illustration: © Ella Elviana- The Enigma Visit her blog to see additional artwork.
The artist lives in Indonesia, and specializes in
The artist lives in Indonesia, and specializes in
children's book illustration.
Artwork used by permission from Ella Elviana.
Artwork used by permission from Ella Elviana.
6 comments:
A very evocative prompt, particularly for an ex-pat!
http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-to-be.html
http://markaki-students.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-worth-taking-look-at-this-blog.html
This is a little present for you, please take a look at this link!
HOME GROAN
I'm sitting, drinking coffee,
Looking back on recent years,
And wondering how it came to this,
The sum of most folks fears.
A crisis came into my life,
Pride and fortune headed South,
The things I owned just went away,
Now I'm living hand to mouth.
Homeless is the word that's used,
To describe those in my plight,
Shunned and oft avoided,
We're best kept out of sight.
But if, inside these worn old shoes,
You'd walked a mile or two,
Then maybe you would understand,
This tale just could've been you.
I certainly didn't plan,
For things to be this way,
Now I put my trust in God,
That He will show a way.
And my spirit lies unbroken,
As from place to place I roam,
There's still so many blessings,
In this world I call my home.
The Tell-Tale Heart
There once was a man who wrote, oh!
He wrote stories of murder so vile
And the nature of man and a crow
And of death in all manner hostile
In stories and prose, oh the tales that he told
Could send shivers up spines and curl toes
How a conscience of heart could reveal all we hide
No matter our wiles and no matter how smart
When the beating gets louder
And Louder
And LOUDER
It drives a man mad and reveals the truth:
Secrets won't join the loam and a conscience won't die
When there's guilt to be shared and the heart's in the home
Please come in.
This is my home,
and my heart lives here.
Its where I dream my dreams
and wish on falling stars.
Its where the ceiling leaks
and the floors creak
but its just home to me.
Please open the door,
and come sit by me.
We'll enjoy the solitude,
and share the fire,
and say some words,
to warm each others hearts.
And when its time to go
remember
your always welcome
where my heart lives.
love
tweedles
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