Mag115 4/30/12 " Denial"

                                                                             image by Manu Pombrol

He had drunk himself into a pickle Jar,
only he did not know :
"Once a pickle, you can never
go back to being a cucumber-"
So he sat reading, stewing in his own juices.

Had a mini vacation!

So pleasant and full- 4 days away.
Family, music, art-( Not enough NYC
or art) Rest yes!
Renew ? yes - now I will go digest
the new ideas and subjects,
suggestions, images...as I get
back to work!

Mag113 4/15/12 Mermaids

 

                                                                          Red Roofs, Marc Chagall, 1954

Curled around and stepping down
through a red town
with spirits hovering to pluck flowers
and plant some blooming
in window boxes all around.

Some children are hugged and fed
some marriages proposed,
some dreams are coming to life;
new myths are being carted in.

FF55, 4/13/12, When I am sad like yesterday,

With friends losing people
they love and have loved for so long
the fit of a kid glove doesn't even begin to describe it.  

I rub shoulders or arms
because anything more may have brought tears
beyond what these folk were ready for just then.
Afterward I go find a horse to lose myself in.

Haiku Wednesday-Happiness-

Tulips together
Happiness an inside job
Two lips together






Well I was torn between 2 -smiling; and four smooching! for the last line. Hah hah- but I am so glad for a laugh today! Thanks-

Mag 112, 4/9/12 Sunday Afternoon

                                                                                              image: djajakarta
        Too many movies! -I had just drifted through all of "Gone With The Wind".
The smooth surface of the shell was warm from sitting. I reached down for my
robe, the wind was coming up and I wished to stand for a while. The little terrier
began to bark, I looked back and saw a window opening in the shell behind me.
As I watched Micheal's damp, black head was just visible inside. So young
and vulnerable ! He seemed sleepy and unfocused. I would wait to call to him
until he began to look outside. For now I could see we were just coming
up on an expanse of very bright grass and trees ahead- were we headed
into the land of Oz ?

FF55, 4/5/12, Under a Full Moon

Looking at a book on an Artist
who likes to draw all kinds of dogs,
mostly mutts in black or red.
I tried the red dog idea
because it sounded good.
Short haired and thin eared
not the long flowing beast
like Jake was; who felt six feet tall
and took up half the bed!