Category Archives: Poetry

My Blue Mountain Ridge

Big Blue. 6 x 6 in. watercolor on Arches 140 lb. cold pressed paper. © 2016 Sheila Delgado

A day in the life of a mountain. From misty morn to saffron sunset. Most often, the mountains look like two ridges. You can see below, there are many more layers. This is the first I am seeing so many distinctions. Fun day!

Mingus Morning 1.

Mingus Morning 2.

When I began to paint, I thought about showing the mist over the ridge. But the indigo won out, and I painted clear blue sky with a few puffy clouds. Next time.

Mingus Afternoon.

Amazing what lucent light can do.
The mountains stand tall and strong and true.
A passing cloud, or misty shroud.
Then clear and bright.
To day’s fading light.

Sun Setting.

Have an awesome weekend everyone!

Joyful Thanksgiving

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Wishing-you-Joy

For each new morning with its light,
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food, for love and friends,
For everything Thy goodness sends.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy;
they are the charming gardeners
who make our souls blossom.
Marcel Proust

HaPpY And BlesSeD tHanKsGiviNg!

Couldn’t let the day pass without telling you
how grateful I am for your friendship and support.
I am so honored that you choose to spend a few moments of your day with me.

Thank you.

Sheila Marie

Boxes

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Sunflower ATC. Watercolor. © 2016 Sheila Delgado

Boxes, boxes everywhere,
dust and cobwebs in my hair.
Shelves are empty,
cupboards bare.
Boxes, boxes everywhere.

Looking for the bubble wrap,
searching for the tape.
Looking forward to the nap,
I know I probably won’t take.

Done with project one,
now on to two and three.

That’s as high as I will count today,
to keep my sanity.

Seven more days of messy,
seven more nights of my bed bliss.

Two weeks of hotel limbo,
my bed is what I’ll miss.

(Written seven days ago. Don’t think I quite finished it.)

We are finally moving. After almost a year of keeping immaculate for showings. The house was sold several times, but fell out of escrow when untruths were discovered. In the end, there were three buyers interested at once.

We are off to Arizona. Have to be out of here by the 28th and we won’t get the keys to the new house until the middle of July.

On the ninth, my brothers wedding. Small and fairly casual. Lunch at Buca di Beppo. One of his favorites.

Here’s a peek at the house… from about a week ago.

House-front