Thursday, May 31, 2012

Mag#119 Dreamy Sleep Town

The spirited silence
takes us away
makes us weary
yawn bleary teary eyed
another round the corners
sandman has come
as all day
light unrelenting
Broadway Boogie Woogie
memories of the fine layer cake
soon fade to black

exiled; foiled again
no holds
or lay aways
laying awake?
hang onto
this day spent
the creeping teetering sway
the earth creaks like floorboards
of lengthening daylight shadows
streets submerged into inky depths

stay awake!
eyes already
turned round in their socket placement
staring into the dullness
the crickets play with the back of the head
peering into long-gone forgotten dreams
who's to mind the store?
and then when dreams do come
and hidden worlds emerge
curtain's up?

as tears roll like rain
dribble and drain down these pipes
and over exposed manhole covers
we know
everything flows
everything spirals down
everything is fine
we know
this last call
to a deeper sleep
heavy lidded
bedroom eyes
takes half-time show
life's half-empty

the light that lulls
dead weight to feathery bliss
once self a heavy ballast
anchored body to light body
retreat to sleep and dreams

this last call
to recall
"to bed sleep heads"
what happens
when unconsciousness
takes over?
the last vestiges
the lost vestibules
the endless echoes
of the forgotten hallways?

twilight time returns
reruns of our sleepy dreamy town
buildings begin to blur fade to black
flags flap one last time
salute the evening
so slowly
a light breeze so soft to touch
cools the skin
a subtle scent of old books and musk
to feel the last light of dusk
to leave us the stars


Thank-you Tess Kincaid of The Mag for this most intriguing and beguiling Edward Hopper painting prompt. For further reading and writing please head here;

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Mag#118 Magic Yellow Clown

The Circus With the Yellow Clown, 1967, Marc Chagall

Magic Yellow Clown
Wear a Silly Grin
Life's A Three Ring Circus Show


Go here; don't miss the show!
Thanks for the Theatre and Art prompt Tess Kincaid of The Mag~

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Mag 117 She Wants; Waits to Eat

The Meal, 1891, by Paul Gauguin
She Waits, Wants to Eat

She wants; waits to eat
flanked by her two brothers
the fruit sits wanton


Please enjoy the meal here;
thank-you Tess Kincaid of The Mag~

Monday, May 7, 2012

Mag #116 "A River Runs Through Our Watery Love"

image: River Irwell by R.A.D.
A THOUGHT FOR TODAY:Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there
some day. -A. A. Milne author (1882-1956)
blue streams that shoot the Supermoon
Luna unaware her image was looming
pulling us closer to her
tributaires everywhere
she think she's grown green tree roots
an elemental catalyst to change
yet even through her passion and despite it
her throbbing red veins
flow and follow
an endless pattern
leave us wreckless
this wake tonight
down the lazy river
for old times' sake
As we near the river's grand bend
the embankments render us bliss
endear us to our semi-solid erosion
soul soil
to embark only to depart ways
water in our gondolas
oars dip gently into the virgin lady
quickly, greets the guests
too soon to leave the party
meet some and jettison others
these banks where the Beltane fires
burned all night
at dusk we could not find the shore at all
it would be found
in drunken revelry
for the nightlife is irreverent energy
and mostly, irrelevant and latent
even though there's a stillness here
in the silent brackish ocean meets fresh
water swirls our spiral galaxy
round the bend in the river
there is a meandering mad dog
who named the river
"runs through all our lives"
as we have recently found
the place to find peace
by the river's erosion
as we have recently known
the path of least resistance
no sentiment to affix or attach
never too old, we're told
we're never too cold when we detach
whether youthful, mature or old
our lives afixed to this river Flux
patterned after
A River Runs Through It
Runs Through
our ancient stores of selves
to the far shore all light aligns
our journey
with the dusky sun
simmering shimmering shivering
where we've always been
known our truth by way of
our watery love
Thank-you Tess Kincaid for this superlative photo of Sir Ronaldo's. Please feel free as a river to meander over here and sit and write a spell;

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Mag#115 Finding Self (Within a Jar)

Finding Self (Within a Jar)

image by Manu Pombrol


Finding Self (Within a Jar)

Very jarring in a jar

Open book ajar

Finding self (within a jar)

by Chiccoreal


More on artist Manu Pombrol here;

Thank-you Tess Kincaid of The Mag for the Fine Art Photography of Manu Pombrol who's very funny self-portraits tend to "jar" one..find more "takes" here;