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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Good morning my friends 🤍
heat lightning
blood stream hushed,
this rush and bloom within.
quiet descends in mellow crush.
such subtle blush and rend.
enough just to begin,
in sudden luster.
full, and innocent in love.
the trust wends over
clover petals, hints of cinnamon.
my flustered breathing's mustered.
this is it.
a wonderlust, a tinge
of fluttering amongst us.
in the dim,
we become luminous
in love.
it's thunderous.
BOOMERANG
I carried him in my arms,
like a bushel of flowers,
purple and plucked from the ground.
The air around me thinning like
the vacuum of space and flashes of
red and white dwarves blinking in
and out of existence.
That was the 6th time that year and it
was only May.
Tell me how the universe is always expanding,
Tell me how it stretches out, to infinity,
and how even in this pale light
we are limitless.
Moving forward, where?
Wandering an unknown path,
where's the guiding hand
pointing to a purpose, cause,
reason, the footsteps to God?
.
D W Eldred
all the words
i ever wrote about you
and all the ones
that clawed my throat
shaking with Baptist treble
feel so small and stupid now
in the shadow your
calloused fingers make
wings that flutter
in the flashes of
your singing teeth
Under Dust
There were days
Before every dream
Where empty space
Held their memory
Of fading halls
Hiding doorways
Where life itself
Remained still
And happier ends
Stayed a wish
Like hope long gone
Having surfaced
To explore such times
Become feelings
Slipping once again
Into dusk
Just beyond those walls
Turning beige
Or more unknown rooms
Filled with static
From cassette tapes found
Always playing
Only seen again
As we pass
Until hindsight yields
Deeper pain
Than any true fear
Could imagine
By sorrows recalled
Combing closets
For unopened gifts
Left behind
Packed away
Besides broken lights
Near fabric trees
Making echoes
As they brush our hands
Touching family
Keeping childhood real
Under dust
Calling out so loud
Seeking ghosts
Across basements dark
Growing lonely
Thinking home is there
Between shadows
Through that maze
Among faceless friends.
- J. Pigno
i invite the silence in without enticements only honest welcome {please}
no pleading no ringing requests no jest just lightheartedness {well-blest}
eager to engage in my disappearance into deep present listening with
care- fully
silence is not required to be feminine silence might be personified beyond gender more {bigly}
silence in favor worthy of befriending
No. 25 If I were a flower, What kind would I be? My mother might say a lily, For how sweet she thinks I am. My brother, an orchid, For how fickle he knows I am. For you, I’d hope a forget me not, But I fear you’d pick a black dahlia, And I’d have to agree. -Ony (I think)
Somnambulant (1878) by Maximilián Pirner
'The Three Fates' by Alexander Rothaug, 1910
Illusions
His smile lingers in the folds of forever
with stories of heartbreak
etched upon my delicate skin.
I exhale into the blueberry sky
as familiar melodies
from another time
fill this palpable void.
The stars seemed aligned
that night so long ago,
but nothing is ever as it seems.
🔅Persephone
Ship Painting I, 51" X 43", 2017
Expensive Painting (Ship), 64" X 64", 2016
Ship Painting II, 41" X 49", 2017
Andy Dixon
Over The Waves by Setsuko Matsushima
art quilt
QUILT?!?!
dirty
Dear God, qu'est-ce que c'est? We talked in private box pews of "Justice." the tongue in which Adam wooed Eve. No one hearing. No one noticing, one more kid hiding one less shade expressing itself, like a colour, falling off the colour wheel. Lord, I'm sure you're right but they dance in the street crashing their necks out the cigarette box Dear God, I'm sorry, but I need to consider myself one more survivor of the massacre before I'm dead.
Tiny dancer
I'm a little ballerina Watch me spin You've got me on my toes again Little ballerina Watch me twirl I don't have a care I'm just a girl Ballerina dancing arms overhead I didn't hear a thing you said Dancing for you, your little friends Until the music comes to an end Tiny ballerina put me back Lid on tight don't leave a crack I hear you come, hear you go I'm getting old I'm getting slow Tired ballerina left inside her quiet box until she died