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Tuesday, January 19, 2010
My Poet
My Poet by Duyen Nguyen He reads Shakespeare, even in the early mornings When I am serene in dreams He is there by the window with the sunlight Emblazoned on his face He awakens me before dawn, by his soft voice As he richly recites Hamlet, "To be or not to be... " I cannot recall anymore than that... Sign in to see full entry.
Monet's Japanese Garden
Monet's Japanese Garden by Anna Nadgrodkiewicz Let me be a footbridge in your garden bend my spine over the hazel waters fraught with blinking eyes of lilies and coated by the scruffy beards of rustling bushes \Let me anchor my arms and feet in the damp soil of muddy shore and be one with the... Sign in to see full entry.
Van Gogh Paints the Stars
Van Gogh Paints the Stars by Jessica Rose Farrell He sits, his brush clasped in fingers numbed by cold, and stares at the evening sky as though it might pull off its hinges with a cry reminiscent of ravens in the glow of early morning and soar down to take him to heaven on jewel-encrusted wings.... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, January 18, 2010
On or Off, or In-between, a poem from my new book,
On or Off, or In-between The keeper of the in-between, is a messenger called Hermes, chosen to record, report, and transport the dead, in between an outer realm and an inner realm, the living sacrifice one for the other, the mysticism of nothingness and non-being always prevailing, our egos... Sign in to see full entry.
Bare by Annie Lennox
There is so much that is not beautiful right now. I think it is important we do not give up hope. That is way easier said than done. These lyrics are chilling but healing to me. Surely, there is some good left in the world. Although breathing may be our universal tie to each other. God was on a... Sign in to see full entry.
Heather, my granddaughter, Becoming a Poem As an artist I will admit there were unfortunate moments in my intensity, when crippling insecurities left me limp and passion-free. When I'm busy doing something I love, there was progress to my spirit. Keeping busy always put me in a better mood. I am... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Uplifted by Angels I am a 11:11 angel, I pray to be a celestial artisan, that my soul be sprinkled with passionate thoughts, when I’m tired let their angelic wings fan me with healing energetic breezes, let them light my eyes with the lamps of wisdom so I can see what is right or wrong, and give me... Sign in to see full entry.
Turning into Mom
Turning Into Mom from my new book, Sculpting the Heart's Poetry I hear my mom’s voice many mornings when I roll out of bed, her eyes looking back at me in a mirror, both of us crying a little, it was our habit to refer back to minutes, weeks, months, or years gone by, when forced to keep doing, as... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Pimping out our love in poems..
Some love affairs go on too long in our heads, The truth is we have become our own sad poems, Our mouths opening and closing, weeping and wailing, Adjectives and prepositions, disconnected nouns and verbs, Inside our strangeness and clumsiness, We yearn for the fire of yesterday’s love, half falling... Sign in to see full entry.