Undive/Middle River: Salvador Dali Tribute

Happy Birthday to my favorite artist, Salvador Dali!

To honor and celebrate this day, each year I try to collaborate with my best friend (another favorite artist and painter) Traci, and I’m really excited about our plans this time around!

Tune into the blog all this week as we combine the world of creative writing with modern art, as I’ll be sharing poetry and writing pieces to go along with her visuals. I feel honored to be involved in this collaboration. Traci is an up and coming artist who produces bold works that never cease to pull at my heart strings and inspire me to be better, work harder and feel all the things. Please please follow her blog: A Purple Paintbrush, and visit her website www.tracilturner.com to view and purchase more of her works.


Undive ~ Traci L. Turner

I swim, to the middle of your river and
Let me drown
In my own expectations and frivolities– all the lies you’ve said to me
The scent of you all over me
Washed in these waters; I can’t get clean
Or rid of the stink of reality
If the illusion of truth lies on the surface
I choose to sink
Never to emerge from underneath
Too broken and damaged

Sunday Morning


Our love is Sunday morning
Piping hot coffee with your favorite creamer
Preaching the baptized to become believers
Walking, singing, dancing…kindergarten math
The grass beneath bare feet, relaxing bubble bath
Driving 70 miles per hour– countryside
As cool and as comfy as a pillow’s backside
Umbrella in case of rain
Penicillin to dull mild pain

Explosive meteoric collisions don’t apply to us
We’re low maintenance, soft spoken, little or no fuss
No one is jealous, spiteful or unkind
We’re sweet puffs of green and quality time
Hugs from behind and holding hands
The calm of water lapping gently over the sand
Long talks sandwiched between joyous laughter
The obedience of the submissive to the chosen master

You and me babe, we fit together perfectly
I sprout leaves and you are the root of our tree
When the storm comes we move and bend together
Then the it’s over and we worship rainbows forever
Building, growing, living in such simplicity
You are my Sunday morning, babe; you make life easy…