Art is My Religion

April 20, 2011

Earth’s Discontent

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By Michele Spector

This, our precious planet,
Whose seasons I knew well,
Protects itself from us,
The mad human virus.

Outside the wind bellows,
And the rooftops quiver,
From weather now altered,
To voice a discontent,
The degree to which I,
Only begin to guess.

Who knows how human habitation and disregard for the many ecosystems of the world already affect the weather patterns as we know them today. I contemplated this as a storm system passed through the area where I live. I don’t remember winds so strong at that time of year. I observe many strange changes in the weather I can’t explain.

In light of all this, my poem is a memorial for the Gulf Oil Disaster. It’s a disaster that continues today because the same practices causing it are in place. Its affect on the people of Louisiana, its economy, and wildlife, are all but forgotten by the President who proclaims “significant progress” has happened. I don’t see that if you consider that according to a court clerk, 62,000 forms are now filed against BP by business owners, rigworkers, and family members of men killed in the Deepwater Horizon blast.

Even as dead marine animals and oil continues to wash up on shore, and residents suffer from serious health issues, a new permit for drilling was just issued. So much for a moratorium till a better procedure for cleanup is found. There is none to date and the blowout preventer just doesn’t work, period.

Underwater plumes of oil and the dispersant Corexit are worse beneath the surface. It hasn’t gone anywhere,  just settled on the gulf floor, and the toxins penetrated the food chain. The true number of dead marine mammals may never be accounted for. To BP it’s merely burying the evidence. Many believe the same fate awaits them as those who suffered in the wake of the Exxon Valdez spill, because the Government is unwilling to do what’s needed to prevent this from happening again.

Anyone wanting to learn more can go to The Center for Biological Diversity’s website for their April 2011 report:

October 28, 2010

My Brain Elastic

By Michele Spector

I cram too much knowledge,

This brain’s overcrowded,

With facts, figures and such.

I yearn for some relief,

From these left-brained notions,

Entertaining my muse,

With three dimensions of,

Line, color, even form.

When I mistakenly believe my creative world has dried up after too much study, or Life Interruptis, it calls to me from the very depths. As I burn out, and become incommunicado, I look for a route out of this overwhelmed state. Then I have the insatiable desire to eat color with my eyes and disappear into a non-linear place. It doesn’t let up till I grab some pastels and paper, and dive right in. To my relief I rediscover that this world where I reconnect, not only reforms me into a functional human being, but has actually waited quite patiently for my return .

June 5, 2010

The Gift

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By Michele Spector

Nature bent to will,

The illusion that fuels

excess consumption,

At habitat’s expense,

And species’ extinction,

A hundred a day,

To extract amounts,

Devouring three earths,

From a single life.

I couldn’t have written a more difficult poem. My heart breaks over what has happened in the Gulf. It’s due to greedy oil companies making a fast buck. Irresponsibility has damaged a very fragile marine eco-system that may never recover. It’s still not over. I’m afraid the Gulf will become the new Le Brea tar pits and crude will move around the Florida coast to come up the eastern seaboard. I feel like I’m in a Mad Max movie!

When I first saw the oil slick, I envisioned it fueling the cause for renewable clean energy, and not just by activists. The main stream media is even talking about it now that it’s safe to of course. They definitely didn’t do their job to report how serious it was sooner.

I once read that it would take three earths to keep up with the current consumption rates, not even including the growth rate of India and China. I don’t think mother earth can take much more of this. This little blue planet of ours is unique in all the galaxy. It’s a dazzling display of life’s diversity. Capable of sustaining life, it has only a thin magnetic field protecting it from the ravages of space. There is no greater gift that we have, yet we take it for granted, and believe it will just keep on giving.

May 30, 2010

Week 20 Poetry Rally Awards

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By Michele Spector

I am so honored to be the recipient of not just one, but three beautiful poetry awards! Thank you so much jingle

for all your hard work.

Congratulations to all the other very talented winners of these awards as well:

Brian Miller






Celebrating a Year



Emmanuel Ibok




Alice Audrey






Laura Lawless

Luke Prater


Tim Keeton


Heather grace stewart




Sam Liu

Short Poems






This is a great community of extremely talented and generous artists. I am so glad to be a part of it.

May 27, 2010

A Sketch

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By Michele Spector

A sketch does emanate,

Through passionate gesture,

An impression of sight,

Flawless composition,

Theme, symmetry defined,

Blended light and texture,

Frozen moment captured.

A sketch is only the beginning, an open-ended jumping point to other interesting places. It’s a go-with-the-flow moment that entices the artist along, taking stock of the the world at the moment from the inside out point of view.

When I sit, my sketchpad in front of me, grasping lightly onto a pen or pencil, I try to see my object. Try this: with a piece of paper try to draw with your hand, don’t look at what you’re drawing, and don’t pick up your pen. Let it be one fluid movement. Then look down at what you have created.

I noticed that drawing is an art anyone can learn. It’s relaxing and don’t worry that you’ve never done it before. Don’t stress about being perfect or you can’t draw without a ruler–I don’t either. All you need is your eyes. No two eyes see the the same object in quite the same way.

An amazing thing happens the longer you draw. You will start to notice things around you differently and will wonder why you never did before. The world around you becomes a richer place.

Have you ever tried to draw anything? What do you experience?

May 24, 2010

Weekly Poet Who is Worth Reading Award

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By Michele Spector

I gratefully accept this award from:

Thanks for the award.

Everyone should definitely check out Mitchell’s blog!

Keep writing my friend!

May 20, 2010


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By Michele Spector

Moving ahead, I trail far behind,

Failing to achieve a peaceful mind,

Tasks accomplished, main priority,

Realistic, absent the library,

Propelled in a direction to tread,

All outside diversions assaulting,

Are successfully sidestepped ere bed.

Quite often I enter “do” mode, constantly moving forward. At least I’d like to think I am. Once I commit to finish something, many things converge to divert me from my path–people and things. In the process my peace is forfeited. Like a mantra I repeat: it’s the journey, it’s the journey. With a little patience, if I remain open to new things, I find a more interesting way to operate. I try to keep going in the same direction, and know I’ll arrive at that prospective place, eventually.

March 23, 2010

Hershey’s Blog Hop for Children’s Miracle Network

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Hershey’s Blog Hop for Children’s Miracle Network

My friend slpmartin

is participating in the Better Baskets Blog Hop. I am following his example and wish to pass along the following info:

For every blog post written today and linked up, the Hershey’s Corporation will donate $10 to the Children’s Miracle Network. What a worthy cause!!!

* You are not expected to donate money, but if you’d like, please do. _________________________________________________________
Children’s Miracle Network is a non-profit organization that raises funds for more than 170 children’s hospitals. Countless individuals, organizations and media partners unite with Children’s Miracle Network hospitals to help sick and injured kids in local communities… (read more)
Rules of Acceptance :

* Copy and paste these *rules to your blog post.
* Create a blog post of giving a virtual Easter Basket to 1-? bloggers – you can give as many Virtual Baskets as you want.
* Link back to person who gave you an Easter Basket.
* Let each person you are giving a Virtual Easter Basket know you have given them a Basket.
* Leave your link at where you can also find the official rules of this  #betterbasket blog hop and more information about Better Basket with Hershey’s.
* Hershey’s is donating $10 per each blog participating to the Better Basket Blog Hop to Children’s Miracle Network (up to total of $5,000 by blog posts written by April 4th, 2010).

* Please note that only one blog post by each blog url will count towards the donation.
I wish to extend a gift basket to the following bloggers:

February 26, 2010

Ideas Come

By Michele Spector

When ideas come,

My hands are on the wheel,

I must look ahead and behind,

My brain is on fire,

I have no recourse,

But try to unburden my mind.

I have other things to do,

No time,

I jot thoughts at lights,

Between shut-eye,

I need to sleep,

It’s plain useless.

Why can’t they visit

when I’m alone?

Not now,

A friend’s on the phone,

I can’t assign time,

To write them all,

They come like a flood,

I welcome them all.

My best ideas come before I am about to fall asleep, or when I’m driving–which is the most annoying. I have to keep paper and pen handy if that happens, and hope for a long red light.

Where and when do you get your ideas?

February 23, 2010

The Creative Zone

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By Michele Spector

Venture you now,

Where words dare not,

And feelings vanish completely,

Walk quiet lanes with egoless thoughts,

Where creative sparks of life are spawned.

Before the words, there’s an inkling of something. As yet it can’t be defined, and we walk around with it for a while. Then it happens like a shockwave, and we are taken along for the ride.

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