It won’t be as black as my umbrella I forgot the weather I carried around me. My eye bags were like cumulus cloud hanging low, grey and heavy moving slow hovering thoughts you won’t know what I am trying to get over underneath. I expect rain showers drop down its pellets. And the prevailing [...]
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Weather’s To Blame
Posted in Current Affairs, Literature, Memoirs, Nature, Poetry, Science, Society, Technology, tagged again, around, bag, black, blame, carry, cloud, contain, continuity, cumulus, depression, direction, disturbance, down, drop, emotion, expectation, eye, flash flood, flow, forecast, forgetfulness, get, grey, grief, hang, heavy, hover, how, intermittence, keep, know, lightning, lonely, lost, low, montage, movement, nag, over, peace, pellet, pierce, poem, poetry, point, prevailing, rain shower, regulation, sleep, slow, smile, sun, thoughts, thunderstorm, toward, track, try, umbrella, underneath, up, vane, weather, wind on February 24, 2012 | 2 Comments »
An Afternoon With Monet
Posted in Art Scene, Current Affairs, Film, Literature, Memoirs, Music, Nature, Philosophy, Poetry, Relationships, Religion, Society, Travel, tagged bird, bloom, blue, boat, bob, book, brush, butterfly, cadmium, cloud, composition, creation, dance, demeanor, drank, dream, drip, easiness, enthusiasm, esteem, eyes, face, feather, flag, flight, flutter, free, garden, gaze, gentle, glide, grow, guest, heavy, horizon, hover, how, human, immortal, lake, landscape, lawn, live, loveliness, manicure, memoir, mirror, Monet, mountain, ochre, paint, palette, peace, picture, poem, poetry, pool, pot, prairee, prince, prominence, quiet, quite, reflection, regal, remembrance, reverie, ripple, sashay, sea, secret, see, seem, shiver, show, silence, silver, sit, small, soft, solitary, solitude, soul, spirit, sprig, still, stroke, sun, sweet, take, together, torment, touch, tress, undisturbed, usher, verdant, walk, way, welcome, wild, wind, wood, wve on February 23, 2012 | 4 Comments »
I met Monet in his princely demeanor, among the manicured lawn and the secret garden grows its verdant sprigs and tresses, wild and free in the prairie. Butterfly flutters paint palette hovering bloom after bloom. Solitude drips in cadmium and ochre sun sitting prominently, potted and composed, regal and undisturbed. A gentle touch of [...]
Skid Marks
Posted in Art Scene, Current Affairs, Literature, Memoirs, Nature, Poetry, Relationships, Sports/ Leisure, Technology, Travel, tagged art, asphalt, body, broken, burn, carefree, chase, coming, cradle, create, criss-cross, direction, fade, freedom, going, hard, heat, hug, indelible, infinite, kind, leaving, life, line, loop, machine, marks, master, poem, poetry, press, raw, rugged, savage, shift, skid, sky, soul, speed, steel, suffocate, surrender, tattoo, togetherness, traces, tyre on February 22, 2012 | 2 Comments »
Not a soul passes by but me cradled on this steel machine hugging the asphalt hard chase the broken lines fading into the infinite sky. I see the tyre burning marks like tattoos criss-crossing, shifts of directions of going and coming into your life. A rugged kind of art you have mastered with [...]
Clouds and Poppies
Posted in Art Scene, Literature, Memoirs, Nature, Poetry, Religion, Science, Society, Travel, tagged asleep, awake, axis, bed, blossom, closer, clouds, cotton, crest, daydream, dot, ebb, edge, embrace, flow, fluff, free, fringe, full, grass, green, heaven, hills, made, past, poem, poetry, poppy, red, reverie, self, shadow, shift, soft, spirit, splash, sun, swirl, trees, under, velvet, white, wide, wind, world on February 8, 2012 | 12 Comments »
From the grass bed, cotton fluffs of white swirling past shadowy ebbs and crests of green hills. Dots of trees fringe the edges of reverie in the wind. I’m wide awake asleep daydream embracing splashes of red soft velvety blossom full under the warm sun. Free spirit flowing with the world shifting [...]
Midnight Train
Posted in Art Scene, Literature, Memoirs, Nature, Poetry, Travel, tagged blue, bridge, charm, dove, dress, flow, fog, ghost, green, hidden, impressionism, lonely, midnight, moonlight, night, obscure, over, overwhelm, passing, pink, plume, poem, poetry, reflection, silence, smoke, train, true, wander, water on February 6, 2012 | 4 Comments »
Night dresses flowing pink, plumes of smoke by the passing train. No reflection hides your true charm lonely as a fog, silent as a dove your ghost would wander obscure by the bridge green and blue overwhelms impressionism of the moonlight over the waters.
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Abandonment
Posted in Art Scene, Books, Current Affairs, Film, Literature, Memoirs, Philosophy, Poetry, Relationships, Religion, Social Commentary, Society, Technology, tagged abandonment, battered wife, bible, broken, bruise, burn. bottle, car, carpet, ceiling, chair, Charlie Chaplin, cigarette, clear, coin, crack, dying, faith, fixing, forsaken, future, God, hands me down, incomplete, jar, keep, laugh, leak, left, life, machine, maltreatment, missing, mouth, movie, need, object, old, page, peel, plaster, pockmark, poem, poetry, promises, restoration, rust, sentiment, shatter, silence, skin, slow, stain, start, television, thinking, transfix, ugly, wall, watch, watermark, what, why, wonder, world, worn-out, wreck, yesterday on February 26, 2012 | 8 Comments »
I had a future of keeping yesterday. Think of your broken machines worn-out hands-me-down wrecked and rusted and shattered and cracked. Objects of sentiments and old coins in a jar. Think of promises in need of restoration, clearing carpet stains and cigarette burns. Your broken bottles peeled plaster left pockmarks on walls bruised on [...]
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