Gianetta Ellis
Artist, writer and environmental educator, Gianetta Ellis is the creator of stewARTship studios where she "incorporates art to stewardship" by using the fine arts as a means for students to build enduring connections to self and nature. Ellis is the author of Stewards of Spirit: Awakening in the Light of Rachel's Ballads, which advances a unique approach to ecopsychology by demonstrating how ecologic tenets can guide us in our effort to live the highest expression of an authentic life.Visit Author's Website
Quiet Time
I see You, God
in this morning-cerulean sky;
I feel You
in the sun illuminating
this frozen landscape.
I speak; You talk
and I hear You
in a breeze
that scatters from high limbs
tufts of snow –
little white angels fluttering and dancing
on currents.
In this season of withdrawal,
purity is born of introspection
and I taste the deepening connection in the
still
and the
quiet.
I sigh;
branches sway,
and I [...]
There
There’s always been
that unnamable but familiar
something within you
that I knew was mine.
It stirs interstitially
within my being,
whirling and pulsating
between my tissues,
radiating outward -
magnetically searching
to connect with that part of itself
residing in you.
It seeks completeness
- potentiality fulfilled -
and when you’re too far away
it retreats into the ground of me
patiently waiting to reemerge [...]
IntraBeing
A thousand lives later,
here we are again
separated by the blue veil between dimensions
touching only on the translucent side of dreams.
Through the ages,
I have whirled with dervish mystics;
I have drunk the blood of Christ;
I have even pillaged with pirates,
but no passion has filled me
like you.
I want to be reborn where you are;
I implore you,
where will you [...]
Intentional Silhouette
When the horizon
beckons the sun
and a pink sky
holds the Ash
in silhouette;
when still waters
reflect Woodcock
upon the wing
and the Heron’s
great blue matches
colors rising,
there is a “click” –
inaudible –
a latch unlocked
by precise combination
of timed events
turned carefully
by Source.
Gentle winds
blow from southwest
and there is a “c r e a k” –
unheard –
a portal opening
(one of many) -
an invitation
to senses [...]
The Divine Need
If only
from out of the aching
of this visceral inflammation
I might be reborn
on the shores of your lips -
cast like a spell
in whispered ponderings of awakening, and
be worn upon your sleeve
before partaking of skin
ripe for the taking
and delving deeply under it, and
be the bridge that crosses
into the taboo
where risk becomes exquisite and
your [...]
A Soothsayer’s Rune
A bard misplaced in time
Paints portraits in moist soil
And buries dreams in cloth
As sky glows evening blue
And black crows caw from wing.
Night veils its secret thoughts
In mist within the grove
Unto which she is drawn
To enter a portal
To the forgotten side.
Warm breezes brush her knees
At fringe of thin tunic
As old minstrel poets
Recite prophetic verse
From atop ancient [...]
At the End of Williamson Road
“The summer wind, came blowin’ in from across the sea;
It lingered there, so warm and fair - to walk with me…”
~ Frank Sinatra
We’ll find you there
Entranced by
Sirens’ song
Standing at your
Open window
In gull-blue house
At end of
Williamson Road;
I’ll be wearing a tiara
Made of Hydrangea vine
Carrying my
Dog-eared copy of Keats,
A bouquet of wild notions,
And a bottle of wine
Wrapped [...]
Conceived
Thoughts and images
In mutual attraction
Move closer to
One another;
Electricity flares
As they seek
Deep embrace;
Energy writhes
While nape of
An “S”’s neck
Is cooled by the
Breath of an “h” -
“Shhhh”….
Can you hear the
Beads of apostrophes
Drip on white sheets?
Can you feel the
Pure bliss
As climactic waves
Of fluid expression
Fertilize ideas?
“Ahhhh”…
All becomes calm
As fetal notions [...]
Liquid Persuasion
“Out beyond ideas of
Wrongdoing and rightdoing,
There is a field.
I’ll meet you there.”
~Rumi
Liquid Persuasion
Beyond the gate
Of right and wrong
There is an arboretum
Where you will
Drape me in
Finest silks
From Turkestan
And seduce me
With your full-bodied,
Burgundy words
And Sauvignon ideas
Imported through
The ages with all
Their smoky allure intact
And their [...]
SpeakEasy
An old drunken poetaster trips over words
Leaving dazed patrons wondering what they just heard;
Meretriciously staggering on booted legs,
He makes way to built-in taps on cold barrel kegs
In dark place he has carefully hidden from view
To conceal his surreptitious, sweet-burning brew
Born slowly of purifying distillation,
And at times of agitating fermentation.
He tends [...]
