Sanctuaries, Dreams and Shadows

DIRGE WITHOUT MUSIC  BY EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of...

http://maureentillman.blogspot.com/2017/10/dirge-without-music-by-edna-st.html

I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was, though some principle of being abides, from which I struggle not to stray. When I look behind, as I am compelle...

http://maureentillman.blogspot.com/2016/10/the-layers-by-stanley-kunitz.html

I am! yet what I am none cares or knows, My friends forsake me like a memory lost; I am the self-consumer of my woes, They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like sha...

http://maureentillman.blogspot.com/2016/06/i-am-by-john-clare.html

Tell yourself as it gets cold and gray falls from the air that you will go on walking, hearing the same tune no matter where you find yourself -- inside the dome of dark or under t...

http://maureentillman.blogspot.com/2016/01/lines-for-winter-by-mark-strand_26.html

One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides The Queen Anne's Lace lying like lilies On water; it glides So from the walker, it turns Dry grass to a lake, as the slightest shade of ...

http://maureentillman.blogspot.com/2015/10/the-beautiful-changes-by-richard-wilbur.html

                          The Crow Knows, a digital art work by Maureen Kavaney Tillman. This piece and other digital work is available at FineArtAmerica.com

http://maureentillman.blogspot.com/2015/09/the-crow-knows-digital-art-work-by.html

(at St. Mary’s) may the tide that is entering even now the lip of our understanding carry you out beyond the face of fear may you kiss the wind then turn from it certain th...

http://maureentillman.blogspot.com/2015/04/blessing-boats-by-lucille-clifton.html

Tell yourself as it gets cold and gray falls from the air that you will go on walking, hearing the same tune no matter where you find yourself -- inside the dome of dark or und...

http://maureentillman.blogspot.com/2015/01/lines-for-winter-by-mark-strand.html

"The wild gander leads his flock through the cool night, Ya-honk!  he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation: The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listen closer, I find its p...

http://maureentillman.blogspot.com/2014/11/the-wild-gander-leads-his-flock-through.html

I have finally opened my ETSY shop again after having it closed for 4 months while I moved. Much of my work was in storage for 2 years so it hasn't been available all that time. But I have it all...

http://maureentillman.blogspot.com/2014/09/my-etsy-shop-is-open-again.html

I've been away from this blog too long. I moved this summer and it has been taking me a long time to get settled, thus I have been neglecting my blog.  I chose this place because it backs up on...

http://maureentillman.blogspot.com/2014/08/queen-annes-lace.html

What women wander? Not many. All. A few. Most would, now and then, and no wonder. Some, and I’m one, Wander sitting still. My small grandmother Bought from every peddler Less f...

http://maureentillman.blogspot.com/2014/05/among-women-by-marie-ponsot.html

The moon comes up o'er the deeps of the woods, And the long, low dingles that hide in the hills, Where the ancient beeches are moist with buds Over the pools and the whimpering rills; A...

http://maureentillman.blogspot.com/2014/04/an-april-night-by-lucy-maud-montgomery.html

Just a vestige of my ancient Irish roots in honor of the upcoming St. Patrick's Day!                                        Erin go Bragh! http://fineartamerica.com/fea...

http://maureentillman.blogspot.com/2014/03/thatched-cottage-at-sunset.html

Now wind torments the field, turning the white surface back on itself, back and back on itself, like an animal licking a wound. Nothing but white--the air, the light; only one brown mi...

http://maureentillman.blogspot.com/2014/02/february-thinking-of-flowers-by-jane_22.html

The day is ending, The night is descending; The marsh is frozen, The river dead. Through clouds like ashes The red sun flashes On village windows That glimmer red. The snow r...

http://maureentillman.blogspot.com/2014/02/an-afternoon-in-february-by-henry.html

Winter Sleep by Elinor Wylie When against earth a wooden heel Clicks as loud as stone on steel, When stone turns flour instead of flakes, And frost bakes clay as fire bakes, When th...

http://maureentillman.blogspot.com/2014/02/winter-sleep-by-elinor-wylie-and.html

What can be said in New Year rhymes,
 That's not been said a thousand times?

 The new years come, the old years go,
 We know we dream, we dream we know.

 We rise up laughin...

http://maureentillman.blogspot.com/2014/01/the-year-by-ella-wheeler-wilcox.html

MORTAL:     “The night is cold, the hour is late, the world is bleak and drear;     Who is it knocking at my door?” THE NEW YEAR:     “I am Good Cheer.” MORTAL:...

http://maureentillman.blogspot.com/2013/12/new-years-dialogue-by-ella-wheeler_30.html

This Christmas card came from my memories of a 1950s Christmas! My family did not have much but my mother who grew up during the Depression and never had a doll of her own made sure her four...

http://maureentillman.blogspot.com/2013/12/my-1950s-christmas.html

My new Christmas cards available through FineArtAmerica.com http://maureen-tillman.artistwebsites.com/index.html I hope you enjoy them!                                      ...

http://maureentillman.blogspot.com/2013/11/my-new-christmas-cards-available.html

All houses wherein men have lived and died Are haunted houses. Through the open doors The harmless phantoms on their errands glide, With feet that make no sound upon the floors. We m...

http://maureentillman.blogspot.com/2013/11/haunted-houses-by-henry-wadsworth.html

Happy Fall! This piece is called "Autumn Dryad". It is a hand made collage that sold 2 years ago on ETSY and yet it still gets a large number of views online - must be from my sold sectio...

http://maureentillman.blogspot.com/2013/10/0-false-18-pt-18-pt-0-0-false-false_30.html

Yesterday a little girl got slapped to death by her daddy, out of work, alcoholic, and estranged two towns down river. America, it's hard to get your attention politely. America, the beautif...

http://maureentillman.blogspot.com/2013/10/patriotics-by-david-baker_12.html

In the elephant field  tall green ghost elephants  with your cargo of summer leaves  at night I heard you breathing at the window  Don't you ever think I'm not crying  since you're ...

http://maureentillman.blogspot.com/2013/09/ghost-elephants-by-jean-valentine_21.html