Destined to meet you,
Together we conquer life-
When laughter breaks pain.
Deep fried confections
Clash, in gastronomic pride,
With potato rings.
Barn doors now open!
Farm fresh eggs, old country signs;
Silence the city.
Without you, I fall
Down where the thoughts of doubt thrive.
Please, hold on to me.
Little dirty feet,
With each bounce an inch closer
To dreams still unknown!
Go ahead caller,
You're on the cool midnight air.
He sobs, "I miss her."
Midnight dreamcatchers
Hold no candle to her paws.
Asleep she protects.
Around here, rain means:
Keeping the hose tightly wrapped
And the sprinkler dry!
First you take a graham,
Stick the chocolate on the graham.
Then roast the mallow!
Muffled tones lack depth
Against a hollow crackle.
There is no bass here.
Precious little one,
I see you peeping at me
As I put on shoes.
One deep inhale held.
Eyes clasped against distraction
The silent heart speaks.
The footprints of crows
Form ancient canyons of joy
Across stoic lands.
I can see your face
Twelve hundred miles away.
What a time to live!
Sneak attack kisses,
The way you rest against me:
Your love brings me peace.
Boundless prairie lands
Between sweeping cosmos;
Beneath beating hooves
Take my hand. I'll drive.
And, yet, keep you safe, I'll try.
Love for you, that's why.
All good things come from
Fresh ink on cut paper and
Pirates! of high seas.
Two strong antennae;
Fresh flower garden haven.
He says: Welcome Home!
If ever in doubt:
Never forget you are loved.
I promise, I do.
Craters deep in flesh.
Lonely oceans mar Great Plains.
Our footprints in dust.
Knock knock! Orange you glad?
Start your day fresh with some juice!
No bananas harmed.
Sugar on a stick;
Remember to brush your teeth!
A decadent treat!
Java Java beans!
Whipped cream! Sugar sugar. Yes!!!
Go! Go! Twitch. Zing! Crash.
All collections start
With a piece connecting heart
To the piece of art!
To contact Ashley McNew about purchasing her art or inquiries her email is:
Ashley.fruitluver@gmail.com
Or follow her on IG: @ashley.fruitluver
Dawn's first light: tainted.
An etched fog of mist and rain.
A fawn's ghostly dance.
Hold on tight! Don't blink!
Each spark a dream; still wishes.
Feel your fire burn!
Hear the battle cry.
Remember the fear and pride.
Our Revolution!
The beast within him
Is tame and calm. Retired.
The Bub finds his groove.
Eight strings bending straight.
Translating black dotted lines.
Melodies consume.
The precious motion
Of hands digging into skin.
Did I fall asleep?
Four hundred: touches.
Folding, stuffing: the mail.
Paper cuts: zero!
I'm a new member!
Empowering women since
Eighteen Eighty One.