I recently finished this piece inspired by my Grandfather Sweet’s poem “I Like Gentle Things”. My mother’s poems are far more visual with imagery and my grandfather’s with deep heartfelt feelings. It’s an interesting difference. At first it was hard to find images/inspiration in his poetry but now that I have “tuned” into the poems it seems like it’s flowing!
The translucent bird image and the flower on the right have excerpts from a short story my mother wrote “Woman not Born Beautiful”. Which I hope to get into a book format sometime this year!
The dark curtain like form is lace with written stitching of pieces of the poem. I hope I captured the essence of the poem for it is one of my favorite!
I Like Gentle Things
I like gentle, steadfast things,
Stars that twinkle in the night,
Happy, balmy days of spring,
Moon that sheds a mellow light,
Gentle eyes of heaven’s blue,
The quiet of a calm brow,
A kind heart that’s ever true,
Promises that need no vow,
And love that lingers on
Till life itself is gone.
by Arthur Carlos Sweet, father to Carla Sweet Chlouber and grandfather to Belinda Chlouber