Posted on 11/24/2003 9:52:48 AM PST by January24th
Careful, Dear. You are starting to be abrupt like me. LOL!
tulips and shadows
dawn paints your pillow lilac
my night memories
Of what
do muses
dream?
relaxed and still
considered
rendered
reduced
abstracted...
she is a puzzle
to be solved
and wonders if
there is a challenge
in the expression
of her skin
a rill of flowing mane
a landscape of
hip and waist
rolling down to
a mesa of shins
a scrabble of toes
needing the light
loving the shadow
together contrasting her contours
of dreams and reality
that in their turn
are her puzzle to be solved
she lays along the line of light
playing to her best side
and lives to inspire
disrobes to disarm
sleeps in the warm regards
of Rembrandt palettes
and morning sun
the reed stalks
the margins weaving
incompatible tapestry
of water sky and weed.
and swaying in the cover
of domestic waters over
the generations layed
upon the layers of those
whose song whistled
forward from the feet
that loved their clay.
the fluted tune
that repeats a moment
mirrored in defiance
and iteration bedded
in the last seasons
decay, the march
of seasons promised
to the imperative
marsh, that plays
tomorrow against today.
disrobes to disarm
sleeps in the warm regards
of Rembrandt palettes
and morning sun
Model
she can pose
according to the
dictates of simplicity
that deliver a pattern
reduced to the least common
denominator of fashion
without the keepsafe armor
and polish of the poise of vogue.
all interpretations seem
to fall upon the pink
that keep the girl
from unraveling.
sew it goes. LOL
Love and War
today I laid in a portrait
upon the lines that rest
against the breast
of experience.
And found the edges
that would lie down
with the unintended
honesty of emotion
more impediment than goal.
The forms should have laid
where the light failed
I left aside, disregarding
the expression that lies
unprotected upon the lines
of shape that describe
the drape of flesh
and impermanence.
I rendered your aspirations
more than naked but less
than revealed
finding beauty and truth
would be laid down
among the arms
that seed the fields
where all the fallen
lie.
a little Grecian yearning. For art.
do i
translate
the transparency
of joys
into colors
of adoration
combining
grays and blues
and hues
of rose
promised
dawn gold
gestures
of fulfillment
or wait for you
to notice
Listening to
Black Velvet
sung by
Alannah Myle
I feel a red hot sun
in sulky shades of
sexy blue
blending to purples
with rosy cheeks
a smile of a great dance
fading to midnight black lace
across a patio of stars
and you in deep shadowed gray
write
then sleep
then dream
of writing
about sleep
then wake
and wonder
what you dreamed...
and write
it all down
i set
my hat
at a saucy angle
waiting for you
to notice
goose down gray
haughty and gay
in a country way
ready to step out
shout at the moon
and hope you'll spoon
on the way home
Spoon? LOL Sorry. ROTFLOL
LOL! Just trying to keep it period. When was the last time you saw a goose-down hat? :0)
Ta-ray-za Heinz?
her hubby was dead, so why tarry
a bridgeport, mass widow must marry
she met him at functions
they murmurred last unctions
now heinz is delivered cash and kerry
Shoot! I never get it right.
now heinz is delivered cash and kerry = now heinz is devout cash and kerry
Count the syllables and remember the metaphor. LOL!
I think you are being a little hard on yourself when maintain you have not hewed to the metaphor.
Delivery, man
I think its a pretty fair toll
that the devil paid for kerry's soul
it must be pretty scarry
old charon's dark ferry
and ta ray zah awaiting a roll.
Ryder's empathy for strong women facing adversity lends an emotional quality to this work ...
Eleanor Jones Harvey.
Value
mottled, remarkable
shadows shake dreams
illuminations with substantial
illustrations of a Ryder
moment, you like the
built texture of anothers
tone reality, but hold
it separate and only
for a momentary
sensation.
sighing
within
the palette
paradigm
of another's
reality
eye liner
and shadow
blending
to a perfect
glance
of chance
capture
and reflection
cats compose the night
stars are spots to chase and eat
warm wet earth intrigues
so much laid
an aside that
plies its trade
where bridges sigh
over restless waters
and cheap songs,
suffice for inspiration
just for tonight.
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