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The Naked Bones

flicker.com “It was Salvador Dalí who said the red wine of Cadaqués has the bitter taste of tears.” ― Clifford Thurlow, Sex, Surrealism, Dali And Me Shadows undulate on cloistered walls,phantoms unveiled in sultry candlelightas the wax drips down another empty vesselit leaves a milky puddle where she recallsa naive soul once shiny brightnow a baked tundra each night So she sits and drinks…

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[redhotrabbit]

My Garden

This evening I quietly trespass through a little known veil I’ve found¬a sort of Dormiveglia¬between where I am and where I try to be there is a chair upon which I sit, upon which at all times I may recognize and appreciate the slightest Sussurus of conscience and of inspiration often I return here because this is where I first set eyes upon her¬my version of Beatrice¬ and now I wonder whether…

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A Day At Byer's

A Day At Byer’s

Welcome to Byers in Huntington Station we have Italian, Cajun, Oriental, and Greek food here on our menu. there is a Kandinsky reproduction at the entrance we are a miniature society with a common personality I have my daily coffee and sandwich here and stare at the painting wondering who Kandinsky is and why Joe and Nancy chose him as the borderline between friendship and anonymity a few…

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[redhotrabbit]

Buon Ferragosto

The sun will go down late each night always with a sly grin acknowledging that its departure is only a minute or so earlier each night peridot colored grass gazes upward toward a sky as blue as the Immaculata’s Mantle the most determined dumbledores will always attack the loveliest flowers as August is a brief taste of carefully unbridled freedom allowed one last brief opportunity to…

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[charmedchaos12]

Time to Fly

Flickr.com “Never love a wild thing…If you let yourself love a wild thing, you’ll end up looking at the sky.” ― Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories Days of youth when nights never end a wild haired gypsy child-woman Silver earrings dangling gaudy bracelets clanging dancing to her favorite songs. Caught up in a whirlwind of colorful young men- yearning to capture her…

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[charmedchaos12]

This Flesh

Image by Monika Betley from Pixabay ” (There are) many stories which are not on paper, they are written in the bodies and minds of women.”- Amrita Pritam This flesh does not show the stories it holdssave for some visible scarsSome self-inflicted, while others carvedwith mental pain this complex life broughtAnd though this body now weathered and oldstill thrums with the vibrance of naive…

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Broken Hearts

Poetics: Corvid Poetry Homer once loved Delilah, a black haired beauty, who spitefully spurned his advances by turning him into a raven, condemning him to haunt so hopelessly night’s plutonian shore in search of forsaken lovers ruthlessly keeping track both day and night of broken hearts each haunting caw a funereal bell for a lost true love

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Vivid Shades of Blue

Vivid Shades of Blue

Image by GLady from Pixabay “Goddamn but her mind was so exhausted with trying to hold the world together, tired of being the living glue for herself, as if she let go, great pieces of her life would shatter and fall off in mockery of the apocalypse.” ― Jim Harrison, The Woman Lit by Fireflies These days I dream of yesterdays in vivid shades of blueThese days I dream of solitude walking in…

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