Christopher Anthony Elder

Today my brother Chris would be celebrating his 48th birthday. I post this drawing and poem in his memory.

Christopher Anthony Elder
(1963-1987)
Stillness consuming its meaning
in my brother's face.
The sacred words cannot be heard
for the stillness is so loud!

It ignores the pleas from my tears
and pushes me away,
leaving memory's remnants
to clothe my naked heart.

Evening Shades

Life

The sapling begins
in the deep light of life
where the sun and breeze
tease the shadows.

The seedling is bound
by the dead debris of seasons
fragile, even to the speechless sky.

Confidently, it stretches
into the universe of colorful prayers
and burrows deep
into the darkness of faith.

A Life of Chances

A Life of Chances

A Silhouette of a sparrow, settles
in the center of a street light's gaze;
caught outside of day,
she waits
for the stars to leave.
What instinct betrayed her?
Leaving her stranded
on this pavement of chances.

Keeping the Wind in its Rage

A Whisper from the Moon

A Kentucky Meadow

A leftover whisper from the moon,

still sleeps on the meadow

as the soft transition

between night and light, opens

the embrace of the sycamore.

A crow flies with a hint of lavendar,

calling for the whispers to wake and see.

Alone

We all live in our own universe, bound by our skin and perceptions, our fears and expectations. Levels of meanings recede and expand as our emotions negotiate our existence.

The Middle of Time

The Kentucky Guild of Artist and Craftsman is celebrating its 50th Anniversary. My drawing "The Middle of Time" has been selected to be included in the exhibit. The exhibit will be from March 5 to August 20, 2011 at the Artisan Center in Berea.