Our Ohio poetry collection is out and hot off the press today, Sunday, September 24th of 2017.
Please read my poem representing Ohio poetry creation along with other talented poets’ contributing written work. This new publication is available currently on Amazon for purchase in a Kindle edition or in print paperback.
Remember to vote on the Amazon site via a reader review below the Ohio’s Best Emerging Poets: An Anthology. Vote for your favorite poet included in this Ohio poetry collection and remember to include the title of their poem with their name in your review. By reviewing their crafted poetic contribution to this unique Ohio publication, you will allow them to advance into a drawing for a full-book publication produced by Z Publishing House in the future. Don’t forget to include their name and the title of their poem with your honest review of this Ohio poetry collection of 2017.
~Painting with Watercolors~
~My mermaid with wild hair~
A gift for my daughter
Painting with Acrylics
Then, I added to this:
This is the finished product.
On September 16th, I finished this one:
The Happy Topless Mermaid
Completed this one on September 19th, 2017:
Working with Mixed Media
This one is titled, The mermaids in the channel.
My Painting Adventures continue…
These three paintings are framed and matted for display in our new Paint Room above Roxy’s Hair Studio for reference and enjoyment while we hold our painting parties. They’re my Autumn Trio.
Harvest Moon is my most current work of art. I used a stylus to form the tree blooms.
This one is Autumn Waterfall and it is waiting to be matted & framed.
This is called Pick your Potion. It is a combination of spray paints and acrylics using some round sponge brushes to make the bubbles.
Here is a fun one called Celebration in Love~ I used some pointillism in it.
Pointillism reached a peak in the 1880s through 1890s after the artist Impressionist movement. Many of the same concepts and ideas; however, continue to be used by artists now. Here, I only used it on the heart shape and around the glasses and the sides of the heart for a glitter effect. George Seurat and Paul Signac were the main artists using this technique years ago to form an image on their canvases. It is not as easy as it looks to do either. Depending on the size of the dots, the overall look will be different. Being consistent in the dot size is difficult, depending on what the artist uses to form the dots. Above, I used a round paintbrush to form the dots.
She browses the whimsical articles
Displayed on the table in front
Thinking about which one she will
Maybe, her parents can honor
Her request this time,
Just one small trinket to fill her
Playtime in the sunny afternoons
on their garden veranda.
She attempts to formulate a plan to
Approach this delicate subject
Inside her head, as she decides on
Which item to pick for this
Planned purchase as the occupied marketplace
Continues to fill with diligent customers, harried beggars, and engaging ladies enjoying their tea and blueberry scones at small tables surrounding the square of industrious vendors
Doing their business in the summer weekend air filled with the aroma of fresh baked goods, displayed fish, and cut flowers waiting for purchase.
This particular display makes her decision very hard to make in the little time she must make up her mind and try to convince her parents that she must have at least one new toy to fulfill her assortment.
Her bright eyes wander from item to item,
The pretty dolls dressed in lacy frills, the horses on wheels, and the various accessories among the contrasting figures. Numerous reservations fill her thinking as she ponders her decision,
Would this hoop be more fun than dressing dolls up for a tea party held at noon?
A friendly lady calls out, “How are you this fine morning?” The little girl just bats her long lashes.
“Have you made up your mind yet what strikes your fancy on this lovely day?”
“I can’t decide.” Replies, the little gal dressed in dark velvet.
“Decisions can be difficult and often take time.” The nice woman tells her as tidies up the table and watches two women sipping tea near them.
“Can you tell me what one you would pick?” the little girl asks her as she waits for her parents to return from the meat stand.
“No one should make that choice for you because it wouldn’t be true to your spirit of inclinations.”
“I don’t know what that means–but, I think this hoop will provide more joy than the doll I admire.”
“Yes, the hoop could be aspiring and fill your yearning for movement as you enjoy the sunshine.”
“Now, I have to convince my parents to believe the same notion.” The girl places the hoop against the table and she waves at the lady as she leaves to tell her parents what she desires from the whimsical toy display.
©2017 in memory of the artist (V. Gilbert)
© 2017 Josie E. Cook M. A.
J. E. Cook has published poetry with the Antioch Voice in 2015-2016, Z Publishing in 2017, and at the website, People Are Amazing with the editor, Robin Carmichael in 2015. She participates in poetry readings at local coffee shops and often is a wordsmith when editing poetry along with being an art instructor & artist, a photographer with a driving passion for natural images with creativity incorporated, a web-based graphic creator, and a freelance editor. She’s an avid reader/writer that is prone to take off with her camera in hand on wild adventures in the woods and to follow her imagination to the sea.
She enjoys all forms of writing, specifically poetry, as she strives to finish one of her fiction creations in the form of a novella. Her creative influences include Vincent van Gogh, Georgia O’Keeffe, Margaret Keane, William Blake, Eudora Welty, Rachel Carson, Arthur Rimbaud, Mary Oliver, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Donna Tartt, Edgar Allen Poe, and Robert Frost.
Her love for summer keeps her outdoors when possible during this season. She hopes to one day pursue her dream of writing full time. Her work is available online and in print. You can view her written work, author reviews, and her photography at this web location https://josiecook48.wordpress.com and her current posts about her interests at https://www.facebook.com/Josieartisticcreator/, and you can also read her poetry in progress at http://www.writerscafe.org/josiecook.
Experience her recent interview with David Allen Hurst on Creativity In Motion, a broadcast pod about being a creative person through poetry, art, and writing. They also discussed her creative process and her background. You can listen to them at this web link: http://www.blogtalkradio.com/airamarteifio/2017/01/05/creativity-in-motion-w-david-allan-hurst#.WGxVKo-XNFU.facebook.
To have his hand by me for comfort and safeness
After a day of thinking about the worst
And now happy that it didn’t happen
His solid body next to mine,
As I think about how crazy it was to imagine
Embarrassed by it,
However, a mistake is
What happens when I am preoccupied
Distracted and not looking at the details.
Accidents are accidents—not on purpose.
Closer to him now,
My body fits his shape well,
The residual effects are now gone
Because of him. –J. E. Cook (C)2017
*~Creating with acrylic paints on canvas~*
My painting of Whaley Lane in North Carolina~*
~My painting from our Sip & Paint party on Saturday evening~
Opportunity or Fantasy
When something ends a bit badly,
It isn’t always a mistake,
Sometimes, we are reckless with our lives
And don’t think things through enough
Before acting upon our thoughts,
We often must pick through a lot
Of fool’s gold before a rare diamond is
Revealed. —J. E. Cook ©2017
Bounty in the Countryside
Driving past the sage colored pastures
With cows gently grazing on the bounty,
Puffs of cotton clouds fill the pastel blue
Old stone houses of varying sizes
Create a magical neighborhood among this
Countryside area of farmland,
One guest cottage with its own little
Garden patch calls to me,
It is quite a distance from the main house
On this farm,
Entering the cozy front room through
the turquoise door,
The hardwood floors shine back at me,
Light streams through the big window across
From the stone fireplace,
I quickly walk through and take in the cozy
as I approach the back door,
And go out to see the flowering apple trees
The vibrant leaves fluttering in the breeze,
One picnic table by a small goldfish pond
And a dog napping in the sun,
I hear the murmur of the cows in the distance
As I am greeted with a basket of cheese, wine,
French bread and tart berries gave to me
By a familiar woman in white
with a quilt over one
She hands the nurturing gift to me as she puts
The worn quilt over the rough boards on the tabletop,
The clouds seem to be following her to me,
we take our seats across from each other
And unpack the bounty in unison
to enjoy together,
In the afternoon sun with touches of shade
Now and then,
The hint of what will come causes us to toast
To this beautiful day on the farm. J. E. Cook ©2017
What are the ridiculous myths in life?
Philosophy teachers lecturing about Plato to us
Believing that every person on Earth has
Another half, they must find to complete
And they will fulfill all the needs of each other
After they fuse together to become one unit
Of love and happily ever after,
Vows to cherish until they part because death
But never is a long time to consider
And vow to each other with promises to keep
Until one dies. J. E. Cook ©2017
Fibular Hemimelia Support & Awareness
My family is raising awareness about this condition and these ongoing stages associated with this serious condition involving their growth rate and their limbs. Many children all over the world have to deal with this condition called Fibular Hemimelia upon birth. Fibular Hemimelia is a birth defect where part or all of the fibular bone is missing. It can be associated limb length discrepancy, foot deformities, and knee deformities that are present at birth.
This is a shared post from my daughter’s Facebook page and this is Quinn, my granddaughter that will be three years old in November of this year.
Her mother’s words:
“This is Quinn. She is my everything and my hero. Although, she is my daughter I find myself looking up to her a lot for how strong she is. She was diagnosed with fibular hemimelia at four months old after I noticed her legs were not developing at the same rate. She also had a foot deformity that doctors just kept saying was nothing more than a congenital foot deformity. I am so glad I pushed for answers so she gets the correct treatment as some, unfortunately, do not. She has had approximately 10 X-rays since birth, two braces, seen about 5 different specialists and just recently got a raised shoe. I know we have a long road ahead to get my baby two semi-normal legs. We will face the possibility of knee and ankle reconstruction and leg lengthening but my biggest worry is making her feel normal. She wears two separate shoe sizes and it is a struggle just to find something as simple as a pair of shoes not to mention adding the lift modification to the shoe. I find it so important to educate society on limb difference and to help others realize they are not alone. I find the more educated people are the less judgment they are. Myself and many other mothers are writing you on behalf of the FH community to get support and get the word out. People go undiagnosed and misdiagnosed on a regular basis and we would love to help decrease this and let people know there are options. We love our FH warriors.”
For more information about this please go here: http://www.paleyinstitute.org/orthopedic-conditions/fibular-hemimelia/fibular-hemimelia
Or here for questions to be answered:
Quinn spent a day at the Zoo with her parents
Then, going home she went to sleep.
On September 13th of 2017, Quinn was diagnosed with Duane Syndrome. I noticed that one of her eyes seemed to turn differently than the other one at times. After seeing it continue, I asked her mother, Miranda to check with her doctor about it. Today, we learned that she has this syndrome. The condition is associated with fibrosis of the muscles that move one’s eyes.
**For more information on this syndrome go to these web links > https://www.genome.gov/11508984/
On a green metal bench, outside
Our favorite ice cream spot
We watch the dogwoods dance
In the breeze off the lake,
The sky is bursting with their pink
Reminding me of the delicate
Frosted flowers on the cupcakes
Across the street designed
By a young baker,
The smells in the air
Around us are intoxicating
And the blooms
Become confetti on the sidewalks
My cone contains sweet caramel
That is sex on my tongue
As I lick it,
A touch of sea salt and
Sprinkle of pecan nuts,
A swirl of whipped cream
And a shiny cherry on top,
What else would one want
While they watch the skies
With their favorite love
And forget all the foreign thoughts.
Being with the man of your dreams
Is always wonderful
Even without these added pleasures
His curly hair at his neckline
As his sudden smile appears
When he watches the ice cream
Drip onto my lap.
His presence is appreciated
And his eye contact
Makes me blush
My shoulders ache for his touch.
A hug that brings me in so
Close right before his lips
Caress mine. –J. E. Cook ©2017