In the face of grim graveness
Babbling buddha Airhead fawns
Transmuting into
La la la happy fairy witch
A golden creature bathed in blinding light
Aside a
Fuzzy bunny familiar
Invokes a voile veil
Gossamer gauze of firmament
Strewn with
Flimsy fragrant garlands
Poseidon’s poised on a precipice,
Languishing lost in
Moments of melancholic malaise.
Craving numbing night,
filled with deeper darkness,
Self-indulgently succumbs to
Soporific Laudanum-like liquid-
Purgatory-pummelled merriment,
Languidly dowsing spirit.
It reeks of putrid powerlessness
Yet, repulsed by broken bridges to freedom,
An impulse to extricate.
Allows thoughts to settle,
Words tumble forth-
Moving pieces, sorting senses,
By a glimmer of Apollo’s light, Combining motes of inspiration into life.
Training the dos
Constraining the don’ts
Stop that:
fidgeting
moving
snoring
breathing
Move out of the way
Unwritten expectations
raining on my life
draining my heart
braining men
hallelujah, raining men
Maid your bed
Deal with it
Flash trash
Crashed
filthy faggot scum
Too ……….
To get hitched
Fluffy whites drift in soft blue calm
Exuberant hues flit, dart, dissolve
Hark-humdrum breeze-borne scratches
Scree-each
Thud-um mote-wrenching avian bolt
Scramble, skitter-stampeding tetrapods flee
Twinkling hubbub of city dwellers
Almost deafening-mezzo-staccato of ‘see-hearing’
Warnings flick past-too fast to catch
Cacophony of cataclysmic crashes
Searing scorching flashes frazzle
Man’s monumental marvels toppling
Towering engineering tributes tumble
Wake of whipped wild waves
Global whirling-denial, anger, sorrow
Useless bastion vestiges wither
Stunned-echoing, silent darkness freezes
Eons answer: indiscriminate hell to heal
After a couple of appointments we sat sipping Hamiltinis on the balcony. I said, “by the way, I’ve started reading Wuthering Heights by one of the Bronte sisters. It’s on Amazon Prime books, free stuff, classics. I saw the movie decades ago, I love Kate Bush singing, ‘Heathcliff, it’s me a Kathy, come home now, oh oh oh oh ah oh a’”.
I vaguely knew the story as being written in the eighteenth century, people running around on t’ Yorkshire moors.
My husband enquired, “how did she know about the deep south, back then?”
My mind jumped to, being asked a question, need to please; I answered, “astonishing how at a young age, in a remote location, a knowledge of depths of human relationship.”
He persisted, “You know, French and Saunders did a sketch.”
“Ah, you’re thinking about, fiddly de mamie, Gone With the Wind“, I replied.
Much belly laughing followed.
“Well, they were well read”, he responded. “Hm, I agreed”.
Perspective
Asteroids stand sentinel
In universal time and space
Transporting
Subliminal Saturnalian aliens
Exuding ecstatic euphoria
Seeking
Selecting hosts
Propagating
Phoenix phantoms-
Forever forgeries
The above emanated from a photograph I took of raindrops on the outside of a restaurant window, last Sunday. After fiddling with filters, asteroids appeared in my minds eye.
I read a couple of times, traces of human DNA have been found in meteorites on Earth.
My husband just told me asteroids have been found to have building blocks of life.
Imagine them helping to create glitchy lifeforms – the poem in a nutshell.
Our dog, Stan appears to become obsessed with licking the same spot on his leg, paw, side, unmentionables.
Telling myself I’m relaxing after a workday, I find myself mindlessly scrolling downwards on Insta and FB. At a breakneck velocity.
When I stop myself to doodle instead, creations appear. Some or parts of them may serve as inspiration for future paintings.
Previously, in an attempt to get things right, I sketched and refined in pencil then inked in. This is a valid approach when drawing something specific.
Most of the time I have no idea what to produce. Sketching with ink and trying not to judge the process or outcome frees my mind to wander. It has built my self confidence in using ink.
Hump-day learning; ear buds produce muffled sound when placed in the wrong ears.
Tapping into female energy:
The Rhythm Divine – Yello and Dame Shirley Bassey
{the serpent uncoils}
A Piece of Sky – Barbra Streisand
“Papa can you hear me, Papa can you see me? ……. watch me fly”
{heart launches, lip-syncing}
Cha-Cha Heels – Eartha Kitt with Bronski Beat
{inner grrrowl}
Let’s Get Loud – Jennifer Lopez
{micro foot tapping, hips swinging, shoulder dip, swing} (barely perceptible to fellow travellers)
Waiting for Tonight – Jennifer Lopez
{swing marching from bus stop to office door}
Murder on the Dance Floor – Sophie Ellis-Baxter
{mirror ball imagined in the lift}
Contemplating life’s rollercoaster-inspiration:
Behold, an undulating ever changing matrix; as individual rollercoaster threads react to life.
I am always amazed by surprises from the universe. Our focus over Yule was our fifteen year old fur child, Stan. He had surgery on 29 December to remove a kidney, spleen, and two benign tumours.
The other day returning after a gentle walk, we slowly climbed the two steps into the side entrance to the building. There amongst the tree and vegetation detritus lay a seed pod. Its markings reminded me of a street map layout.
The inspiration for this mixed media watercolour.
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