Angel
Original Oil Painting
500.00
500.00
The Face of Love
Original Oil Painting.
600.00
The Holiday Prayer
on December 10. © Michelle Larsen, All rights reserved
angel wings blanket the roof
as the snow kisses my cheek
I retreat inward, aloof
peaceful, a silent mystique
stillness surrounds without
a past or a future, love
triumphs I have no doubt
I pray to the heavens above
this holiday season will tell
the story of God’s children, as we
emerge from the spell
a tale of how pure heart came to be
600.00
The Holiday Prayer
on December 10. © Michelle Larsen, All rights reserved
angel wings blanket the roof
as the snow kisses my cheek
I retreat inward, aloof
peaceful, a silent mystique
stillness surrounds without
a past or a future, love
triumphs I have no doubt
I pray to the heavens above
this holiday season will tell
the story of God’s children, as we
emerge from the spell
a tale of how pure heart came to be
The Wall
on October 19. © Michelle Larsen, All rights reserved
Over active emotions
Like an old shutter, continually
Thumping against the wall
Repeated torment becomes
The day’s certainty
As I write,
Crying into words
The pen becomes the nail
Bringing fear to a halt
Reining in runaway madness
Harnessing the winds that blow
Everything will be all right now
As I stay firmly attached to the wall
Like an old shutter, continually
Thumping against the wall
Repeated torment becomes
The day’s certainty
As I write,
Crying into words
The pen becomes the nail
Bringing fear to a halt
Reining in runaway madness
Harnessing the winds that blow
Everything will be all right now
As I stay firmly attached to the wall
Original Oil Painting; You
Cost; $300.00
Size; 24" x 36"
Artist and Poet; Michelle Larsen
"Seeing you with shades of gray
an intricate story of days gone by
gentle hues like weathered days
weaved through time, only you
can see your world as you do'
October 3, 2009. © Michelle Larsen, All rights reserved
Cost; $300.00
Size; 24" x 36"
Artist and Poet; Michelle Larsen
"Seeing you with shades of gray
an intricate story of days gone by
gentle hues like weathered days
weaved through time, only you
can see your world as you do'
October 3, 2009. © Michelle Larsen, All rights reserved
Butterfly Eyes
January 3. © Michelle Larsen, All rights reserved
Eyes upon wings take flight
To see the truth within the light
No longer enveloped in a cocoon
Softly fluttering a sunlit afternoon
On my shoulder a butterfly rests
Whispering wisdom, it suggests
Bring out the true core of me
Who I am, the world must see
Walk now a path of authenticity
Without shades of duplicity
January 3. © Michelle Larsen, All rights reserved
Eyes upon wings take flight
To see the truth within the light
No longer enveloped in a cocoon
Softly fluttering a sunlit afternoon
On my shoulder a butterfly rests
Whispering wisdom, it suggests
Bring out the true core of me
Who I am, the world must see
Walk now a path of authenticity
Without shades of duplicity
Original Oil Painting; Sunflower
Sold
Artist and Poet; Michelle Larsen
freed ego and my pose
pushed through fear
and my soul arose
ascending my sphere
in a kaleidoscope of light
compassion spoke
illusions vanished from sight
and my heart awoke
© Michelle Larsen, All rights reserved
pushed through fear
and my soul arose
ascending my sphere
in a kaleidoscope of light
compassion spoke
illusions vanished from sight
and my heart awoke
© Michelle Larsen, All rights reserved
God and I Had a Cup of Coffee Today
God and I had a cup of coffee today
Asked questions at the corner café
I never visit you in the steeple place
To talk to you, do I need a space?
“If every worship place falls to the ground
You will never be lost and always found.”
God and I had a cup of coffee today
Asked questions at the corner café
I never pray with your little black book
Should I have opened it to take a look?
“Reading each line of the holy book everyday
Is not as much of a prayer as the thoughts you convey.”
God and I had a cup of coffee today
Asked questions at the corner café
I never know what thoughts are ideal
Can you help me with what to feel?
“Thoughts of pure love with passion is core.
Like putting an idea on wings and seeing it soar.”
God and I had a cup of coffee today
Answered all my questions at the corner café
God got a refill in a cup to go
Said “I will never say goodbye, but always hello.”
January 7. © Michelle Larsen, All rights reserved
Asked questions at the corner café
I never visit you in the steeple place
To talk to you, do I need a space?
“If every worship place falls to the ground
You will never be lost and always found.”
God and I had a cup of coffee today
Asked questions at the corner café
I never pray with your little black book
Should I have opened it to take a look?
“Reading each line of the holy book everyday
Is not as much of a prayer as the thoughts you convey.”
God and I had a cup of coffee today
Asked questions at the corner café
I never know what thoughts are ideal
Can you help me with what to feel?
“Thoughts of pure love with passion is core.
Like putting an idea on wings and seeing it soar.”
God and I had a cup of coffee today
Answered all my questions at the corner café
God got a refill in a cup to go
Said “I will never say goodbye, but always hello.”
January 7. © Michelle Larsen, All rights reserved
Original Oil Painting; Old Door
Prints $95
Size; 20" x 24"
Artist; Michelle Larsen
Prints $95
Size; 20" x 24"
Artist; Michelle Larsen
Voices In My Head
Turned off the maddening sound
Only to hear deeply profound
Soundless voices in my head
Listened intently to what was said
Understood the entirety of my past
And reasons why nothing does last
A tender calmness comes through
With understanding of what to do
Senses explode with intuitive visions
Of my life and future decisions
Making choices that are best for me
And not what others want to be
Knowing the reason for creation
With a connection to heaven’s vibration
Seeing perfection in the anguish
Living life is the profound language
Without the human spoken word
Far more knowledge could be heard
Restoring my purpose and self-worth
And what I was meant to be from birth
January 25. © Michelle Larsen, All rights reserved
Turned off the maddening sound
Only to hear deeply profound
Soundless voices in my head
Listened intently to what was said
Understood the entirety of my past
And reasons why nothing does last
A tender calmness comes through
With understanding of what to do
Senses explode with intuitive visions
Of my life and future decisions
Making choices that are best for me
And not what others want to be
Knowing the reason for creation
With a connection to heaven’s vibration
Seeing perfection in the anguish
Living life is the profound language
Without the human spoken word
Far more knowledge could be heard
Restoring my purpose and self-worth
And what I was meant to be from birth
January 25. © Michelle Larsen, All rights reserved
Suspension in Time
There is a particular place
between awake time and sleep
where you can feel fairy tickles
and listen to angels whisper
A tempo of breath becomes
the doorway to secrets told
a place not to be forced
but a suspension in time
October 5. © Michelle Larsen, All rights reserved
Searching for the Sun
April 10. © Michelle Larsen, All rights reserved
I’m in search of the sun
the wind takes my hand
blinded by a fierce squall
yet I follow its command
I’m in search of the sun
the rain reveals a path
I continue my journey
immersed in the wrath
I’m in search of the sun
darkness now my guide
faith has become lost
and the sun denied
I’m in search of the sun
in the dark I beg for light
with a change of course
I see the sun in my sight
I’m in search of the sun
once full of doubt and rejection
now my heart light guides
me in the right direction
April 10. © Michelle Larsen, All rights reserved
I’m in search of the sun
the wind takes my hand
blinded by a fierce squall
yet I follow its command
I’m in search of the sun
the rain reveals a path
I continue my journey
immersed in the wrath
I’m in search of the sun
darkness now my guide
faith has become lost
and the sun denied
I’m in search of the sun
in the dark I beg for light
with a change of course
I see the sun in my sight
I’m in search of the sun
once full of doubt and rejection
now my heart light guides
me in the right direction
One Day I Found Happiness
April 20. © Michelle Larsen, All rights reserved
I knew true happiness once upon a time
it came to me like a soft summer wind
hitched a ride upon a wave so profound
to a place without moments in time
as my past and future became lost in breath
a sweep upon the floor became more
than just a chore, but a symphony of bliss
I found happiness one fine afternoon
with hopes we'd rendezvous again sometime
April 20. © Michelle Larsen, All rights reserved
I knew true happiness once upon a time
it came to me like a soft summer wind
hitched a ride upon a wave so profound
to a place without moments in time
as my past and future became lost in breath
a sweep upon the floor became more
than just a chore, but a symphony of bliss
I found happiness one fine afternoon
with hopes we'd rendezvous again sometime
