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|
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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 the brush
that peaceful gaze,
horizonless strokes,
a sweet landscape.
I walk dreamily
drank with loveliness,
the wavy enthusiasm
of the blue sea.
Such is the welcoming
spirit of the flags
sashayed in the wind,
gliding together
with solitary birds
taking flight. Still
above the silver lake,
mirrored pools
of mountains in reverie.
I see reflections
of wooden boats
bobbing in a dance
with quiet clouds
rippling soft creating
small shivers
in its feathery face.
I remember the way
he ushered me in
like an esteemed guest.
Taking my eyes to see
his picture books
of seeming easiness,
that immortal silence
showing how
to live as human,
not quite heavy
as his tormented soul.
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Posted in Literature, Nature, Poetry, Relationships, Travel, tagged charm, dreams, fairy, fear, firefly, heart, hope, kingdom, knight, love, melody, moon, nocturnal, owls, poem, poetry, prince, rendezvous, shell, sky, soulmate, stars, venus, voice, wolves, woman on September 8, 2008|
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Among the fireflies
lies a woman waiting ablazed
with her passion to love.
Like a Venus in her shell,
where nocturnal creatures lay
witness to her secret rendezvous.
She hums a melody
dispersing fear, hoping
for her knight to come.
But the knight will not come,
she knows.
She wanders. She dreams.
Of some galant prince
from a faraway kingdom
to take her away.
Of fairy godmothers
bestowing charm.
Of Cassiopea sitting in the sky
leading her to find.
A soulmate.
And out there
on the moonless night
she had her heart,
open wide. But only
the wolves and the owls will hear
her beseeching voices.
Imploring a knight
to touch her nakedness
among the stars.
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Solitude Amidst the Maddening Crowd
