
-Cheri
I wade waters of life and death
which each day lap around my knees.
I stumble blind through hidden weeds
too tired to stop and reach for breath.
-Lynne
With time’s passing everything fades,
but still I must never forget
it’s easier to smile than fret
what life or death waters I wade.
-Lynne

This squiggle is done entirely with colored pencils. I wanted to experiment with the grey color and wrinkling hide of an elephant. I used blue, orange, yellow and purple for an interesting effect. Not quite the grey I was looking for but interesting.
Elephants never cease to amaze me. That may be why they turn up so often in my squiggles.
-Lynne

I like the juxtaposition of the blue of the shirt and the yellow orange of the hair in this squiggle. I was working on the folds and creases of clothing. And there is some attempt at background.
Perhaps this squiggle woman works in the squiggle signal corps.
-Lynne
White bursts while the eye watches.
Transfixed, floating, the mind reviews
choices, regrets, what’s left to do.
Is someone coming? Who catches?
-Lynne
Into that good night gently ease,
the line is wrong, our night is light.
Closed eyes see not dark but pure white,
light reversed, eye turned prism sees.
-Lynne
None of the joes appeal to me,
if you want coffee I don’t care.
Just don’t glare at me with your stare,
when I order un-sweet iced tea.
–Lynne