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Room 803, by the sea, is meant for me.

August 17th, 2015

Room 803, by the sea, is meant for me.

My home away from home
My seaside place,
Twice the size of my everyday space.

No Clutter, white walls;
Perfumed soap gift wrapped
Waiting for my return.

Sliding glass doors
Overlooking Atlantic ocean.
Sounds of the sea rock me asleep.

Ten blocks away, neon Casino lights.
My secret place; self- contained:
Restaurant, pool, movie theatre, gym.

I brought a lover once
His presence is long gone
Room 803, by the sea, is meant for me.

From my balcony I see a grand old brick mansion.
Three stories high, freshly painted wooden shutters,
Stain glass,wrap around balconies. Water-less fountain.

I spy the windows for signs of life.
A man enters a side door, only to leave soon after;
One out-side light burns all night.

I imagine a gray- haired lady lives there alone.
Her grandson checks on her everyday.
She knows Atlantic City in its hayday.

I want to drink a cup of tea with her and listen to her memories.
Did her family build the boardwalk; the steel pier?
Who was the love of her life? Is she happy still being here?

The gift of living long.
A treasure trove: landmark moments.
It only takes a listening ear to bring them back to life.

My grandmother Eva, born in Atlantic City, 1920.
Great grand parents, Banford, left England, settled by the sea.
Atlantic Avenue where they lived, I walked by in wonderment.

I imagine a gray- haired lady who lives alone in the mansion
Holds the keys to my family’s past.
If only we could have a cup of tea.

Inspirational quote from Jonathan Livingston Siegel

July 19th, 2015

Inspirational quote from Jonathan Livingston Siegel

This Painting was inspired by the quote from Jonathan Livingston Siegel, by Richard Bach.
"Each of us is in truth an idea of the Great Gull, an unlimited idea of freedom,”

Kiddies love Blue Eyed Kitty

April 18th, 2015

Kiddies love Blue Eyed Kitty

A Kitten Poem by Eleanor Farjeon

He's nothing much but fur
And two round eyes of blue,
He has a giant purr
And a midget mew.
He darts and pats the air,
He starts and cocks his ear,
When there is nothing there
For him to see and hear.
He runs around in rings,
But why we cannot tell;
With sideways leaps he springs
At things invisible -
Then half-way through a leap
His startled eyeballs close,
And he drops off to sleep With one paw on his nose.

When circumstances force us to change....

April 11th, 2015

When circumstances force us to change....

“When one door closes, another door opens; but we so often look so long and regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which open for us.”
Alexander Graham Bell

On March 26, I have just returned from a ten-day trip. I thought I'd get a bite to eat and come home and rest. I walked down East Seventh Street in the East Village, where I live; turned the corner and started to walk up St. Mark's place. I heard a huge blast: It sounded like two Mack trucks smashing into each other. People started to run towards the blast, I didn't, I knew whatever it was it was bad.
I walked back to my apartment and called a friend who told me to hurry, pack a bag and get out of there. While I was packing, the police rang my bell and told me to vacate. I looked out the window it was smokey and the smell reminded me of 9/11. We lost three buildings that day and over a hundred people lost their homes and two people lost their lives. Many times I have complained about how small my apartment is and the fact that I have to walk up four flights to get to it. Now, I'm thankful I have a roof over my head and I pray that the people who lost their homes will be helped to find new ones. This showed me that it doesn't matter how old you are or what your circumstances are in life you never know what tomorrow will bring. So, I try to live my life to the fullest and not sweat the small stuff.

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Sleep Before Midnight

April 9th, 2015

Sleep Before Midnight

Sleep before Midnight
by Joan Reese

Hot chamomile tea, sipped from rose colored porcelain cup
Quiets my nerves, ensuring a deep sleep.

Rain drops beat windowpane like a steel drum.
Lighting cracks, slicing open my unconscious.

Departed souls wordless influence;
Their presence feels like Florida august sun.

My Egyptian cotton sheets scented with Channel No. 5
Holds a treasure trove of dreams.

Woke up and found a poem on my pillow,
The color of lake mist rising.

Wrapped the poem around me like a thick down comforter,
Strengthening me for the daily race…

My mother said before she departed

March 14th, 2014

My mother said before she departed

St. Patricks day is next week and it was my mother's favorite holiday. I wrote this poem in her honor and choose this painting to represent the poem. We had a wonderful conversation a week before she passed. I carry her words with me. As I get older I realize each day is a gift. I try to live each day as though it is my last.

My mother said before she departed,
Sitting in her garden among red clover;
“Snap your fingers and it is over!”

“Life is like a sailboat in waters, uncharted,
Some rough, some calm,” moreover;
My mother said before she departed.

“The best you can be is good hearted,
Carefully walk; Straits of Dover,
Snap your fingers and it is over!”

Words of wisdom my mother imparted,
“No one lives forever,” moreover,
“Snap your fingers, and it is over! ’’
My mother said before she departed.

Announcement of Publication

March 14th, 2014

Announcement of Publication

Delighted, that Sandra Tyler, Editor-in-chief of "The Woven Tale" chose my art to feature in this month's issue. Sandra found my artwork on my blog:
"The New York City Artist." http://joanreesearts.blogspot.com She chose four abstract paintings. She illustrated a story with one of my black and white photographs. Her publication is an eclectic mix from the creative web.

I Love Marilyn Monroe

February 8th, 2014

I Love Marilyn Monroe

So many people love Marilyn Monroe as much as I do. When I was a little girl I wrote in my diary I want to be like M M. I collected photographs of her and kept them for many years. I still wear her signature red lipstick. Now that I have a good scanner, I'm going to scan in these old photos and enhance the look with my digital painting programs. You subscribe to my website to see my progress, thank you

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A Special Valentines Gift

February 8th, 2014

A Special Valentines Gift

Valentine's Gift. Nothing says "You're Special" like an original hand-painted silk scarf. Complementary gift wrapping, free shipping and a 5 x 7 greeting card from my latest collection. Order ASAP for prompt delivery. I created a 10% discount for FAA members. Use code: hearts special
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The Journey.

January 5th, 2014

The Journey.

I am pairing my paintings or photographs with my poetry. First, I wrote the poem "The Journey" and then I photographed a hobbyhorse. I don't remember anyone choosing the stationary hobbyhorse, do you?

The Journey

Rushing for first choice
Glossy red and gold carrousel horse
Slides high then low
On polished pole.
Bells, whistles, hundreds of blinking lights.

Mobile stallions
Tightly held by adventurous spirits.
Cushioned benches cradle timid souls.

Merry Go Round
Goes round and round
Up and down, up and down

My horses’ colors fade;
Jerks, sticks, squeaks.
Leather strap holds me captive.
My head dizzy like a spinning top.

“Let me off,” my voice loss
Among organ music filled air.
In the basement of my mind, I’m crying
“It’s all a mistake,
I didn’t buy a ticket!

 

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