The cartouche on my weaving is my name Shelley in hieroglyphics. A more suitable way to sign my work, I thought. I have more souvenirs I could add ( like the eternal life ankhs) but felt ‘less is more’ for this woven piece.
Travel
Woven Travels
closeup photo of my weaving Memories of France
Memories of France
woven memories of my travels in France
Vancouver Island View
(Writing Poetry- my digital music composition)
By far the fairest in the land,
snow-white Mount Baker floats-
a towering, ethereal castle cloud-
over distant curves and layers
of hazy, blue-gray horizons.
Romancing midsummer sunlight,
a breeze ripples water with delight
as spell-bound white sailboats
move dreamily in a slow dance
beyond the rocky, sea-grass beach.
I press magic buttons and
our side-windows yawn.
I turn my magic key.
The car engine quiets.
Conversation stops.
Fairy-dust in the breeze invites
silent reverie and dreams.
Eyes close, guards down, we rest-
two sleeping beauties-
on the Isle’s enchanting shore.
July, 25, 2011
May your Spirit shine brightly,Shelley
Declaring Love of Poetry
(Close Your Eyes and Ride the Stream- my digital music composition)
P.B. Shelley
‘They say I was an atheist.
God knows it isn’t true.
I worshipped Him in Nature
with my heart a humble pew!’
I have had an enduring love of Poetry in every timeline of every life on this planet no doubt.
This Shelley says a cheery ‘Hi!
Flowerpoet 
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