https://www.sinamarch.com/welcome daily 1.0 2022-02-21 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f3cc9eecd22882bb084753a/1597820812877-MI7AFOWKKA5SUKYPRPRD/Sina+Painting welcome https://www.sinamarch.com/animals-birds daily 0.75 2020-08-21 https://www.sinamarch.com/still-life daily 0.75 2020-08-21 https://www.sinamarch.com/poetry daily 0.75 2020-08-21 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f3cc9eecd22882bb084753a/1597970704859-RUS6USAPG5X3L2UIO9IX/Stars-e1344284218388.jpg poetry - stars The sea is wide and calm For its waves break in me. The sky is near and sweet For its depth is in me. The stars are faint and cool For their fire is in me. The rocks are still and silent For their cry is in me. I am made of the night and the dawn, Tumult and peace, fire and sea, Rock and sky. I am a woman. by Regena Larrabee Seehausen https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f3cc9eecd22882bb084753a/1597971575441-EM1DLAOVCBYM9J7N7TMP/Painting-and-Poetry-City-Bird.jpg poetry - city bird He is sitting on the wires without regrets. If his heart remembers branches, His mind forgets. by Regena Larrabee Seehausen https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f3cc9eecd22882bb084753a/1597970030076-8FDTJJUCW78YKWWLF825/A-Fragment-e1344284265721.jpg poetry - a fragment Delicate and fragile Is my memory of you As a porcelain teacup That time withdrew From my still thirsting lips. by Regena Larrabee Seehausen https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f3cc9eecd22882bb084753a/1597970063759-CE577E57MV1AVVW8PS5N/Painting-and-Poetry-Baby-Shoes.jpg poetry - baby shoes So still, but looking so full of motion, So seeming empty are full today Of bright, plump happiness running toward me While the feet they held have run away. by Regena Larrabee Seehausen https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f3cc9eecd22882bb084753a/1597970248528-S7BA6VYT9M3OJ2BZXSOG/Painting-and-Poetry-Falling-Leaf.jpg poetry - falling leaf You could not really go away! A part of you must always stay Wherever beauty is. Today You were the rainbow and the dawn And lengthening light across the lawn. You were the wind that shook the tree Blowing a meaning out to me You were the sunset tenderly Painting a perfect memory. I know you will not come again, Yet so does beauty blend with pain And such the medium of your art, The world forever will remain Your picture painted on my heart. by Regena Larrabee Seehausen https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f3cc9eecd22882bb084753a/1597970588616-3Z79A0CCQ6W5LOTYDA06/Painting-When-They-Come-Back-zapp.jpg poetry - when they come back How will they find it here? Will you remember how they went away? Heads up, eyes light, as if no single tear Should dim the intense meaning of that day. Will you receive them In your homes they saved? And proudly welcome each one at your door? Or will you think them roughened and depraved And brush them out like dust from off your floor? Their tears kept green your lawns And trees and more – What of the waters pounding on your shore! What do you owe to them who kept your song Within your hearts – To whom do they belong? When they come back how will they find it here? Brave to their hell – it is you they fear. by Regena Larrabee Seehausen https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f3cc9eecd22882bb084753a/1597972379428-I4YZWFAOH45UNCXCXMQ6/The-Marionette-Engraving-18x8.jpg poetry - the marionette Until now I have been content To move As the string moved me. But now I see There is a frame Around this existence. Out beyond I see the faces And beings that move Freely in a larger world. Loose me from strings! by Regena Larrabee Seehausen https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f3cc9eecd22882bb084753a/1597971950190-BHC69VTHUWZKRJ4VGPRE/Painting-and-Poetry-On-Plumbing.jpg poetry - on plumbing Folks who live in cities and have bathrooms miss a lot, 'Cause moonlight through a frosted pane is not so hot. But to live out in the country! That's the life that I adore, With moonlight pouring silver through an open privy door. by Regena Larrabee Seehausen https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f3cc9eecd22882bb084753a/1597970408284-NFNZPJTC22RFXG0UKMQV/Painting-and-Poetry-La-Ruine-Fayenbois.jpg poetry - la ruine, fayenbois In the forest is a chapel. It’s an ancient ruined chapel Which the ivy and the hours Are restoring to the earth. And all around the woodland- A green and golden woodland- Is sheltering the little dreams The chapel brought to birth. In the ruin of the valley- A rocky, wooded valley There are a thousand memories Outlasting rocks and time. For stone will only crumble And towers in time will tumble But the dreams will last forever. I know, for one is mine. by Regena Larrabee Seehausen https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f3cc9eecd22882bb084753a/1597972499223-HY4DOHG8U9HVQXCEQCCM/Painting-and-Poetry-Smoke-and-Fire.jpg poetry - smoke and fire First fire memory is of my father And all my uncles Having a cigarette Together after a family Meal at Grandma Larrabee’s Then there’s the memory of The intoxicating smell Of tobacco and Daddy’s Purple smoking jacket, I liked chewing on the butts Mentholated…’harmless’ I must have been careful not to be caught No one seemed to notice. I was proud to learn How to put burning matches In my mouth Close. Mouth. Quickly… Let Fire burn out. My father saved us all After my Mother died By marrying and joining another family With ours and On and on … College, marriage children. I quit smoking totally when I learned Ben was on his way. Then came Nathaniel. I tried to teach them both Not to smoke…and they listened For the most part. But now… I find, after Nathaniel Left us all in a cloud of Smoke and ash… A pack of Camel cigarettes in his desk. So I’m going out on the porch To light up and think of Nat… and feel the burn. by Mary Seehausen Bresler https://www.sinamarch.com/landscape daily 0.75 2020-09-11 https://www.sinamarch.com/contact daily 0.75 2020-08-21 https://www.sinamarch.com/figurative daily 0.75 2020-08-21 https://www.sinamarch.com/cityscape daily 0.75 2020-08-19