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Modigliani Morning


"Modigliani Morning"

her external motor, brash,
she was more New York
than Paris, but then,
Rome was inside her 
speaking words 
passionately
like Modigliani

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)

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Unseeking Seeker

February 17, 2023 at 6:36 PM

The many facets of our identity … when each emerges, submerges, runs it course and finally dissolves, what remains as that that always was and is, the self-renewing Ouroboros

Lady Labyrinth

February 17, 2023 at 9:01 PM

touché, the touch of Ouroborus.

Timothy Ray

February 17, 2023 at 4:55 PM

an interesting array of thoughts....i love it when different concepts speak for each other....made me remember years spent building skyscrapers....the silence above the streets...walking the iron in the fog invisible to the city....i really like your taste in music...new to me, and that is why and what life is about for me....

Lady Labyrinth

February 17, 2023 at 9:04 PM

close to the Blue. Blue collar. This response brings visions of this - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lunch_atop_a_Skyscraper

Lady Labyrinth

February 17, 2023 at 9:04 PM

now that's ... Life living.

Lady Labyrinth

February 17, 2023 at 2:19 PM

"I want to be a tuneswept fiddle string that feels the master melody, and snaps."

Lady Labyrinth

February 17, 2023 at 2:18 PM

"Rome is not outside me, but inside me.. Her feverish sweetness, her tragic countryside, her own beauty and harmony, all these are mine, for my thought and my work."