.
there were thuh time
lover
when
i only cared for your
speak's soft
lock'd tuh mine
i can't say that now
though
'tiz still thuh
treat
be thuh rest uv that
stuff
'low yourn
neck
yuh give'd me
i
i've
been busy
learn'nin how
tuh git yuh tuh
whisper
more
"Oh learning's a
good thing edvard"
')
Categories:
edvard, beautiful, blessing, happy, history,
Form: Light Verse
.
"hi little birdie"
I heard thuh slight
Uv mine neighbor
yesss
front mine window
bed
I peek'd out the
Diaphanous
'twere hern
kneez up
fundament fast
'pon uh stump back mine cabin
enjoy'n this morn'z early
creek's cool cursory
"pissst
i'm.....
Categories:
edvard, beauty, character, extended metaphor,
Form: Epyllion
.
not
not whilst pneuma
are listening
he'z
not mad
Categories:
edvard, humor,
Form: Epigram
.
thump
bang
boom
I remember
duz I look dead
we were three high
mine
on
top
nope
the thump
bang
boom
wasn't our fall
top
ourn each other
no
it was the sound come'n from
my chest the other boys heard
when
i saw you over the fence
tanning
Categories:
edvard, allegory, appreciation, beautiful, blessing,
Form: Romanticism
.
when
there's
no more
flowers
in mine
imagine
or
my see's
then
says
mine
'bout the
pretty
werdz dripping
drip
drip
mine
shall
be but
not
Categories:
edvard, beauty, confidence, happiness,
Form: Free verse
.
Locked
mine duke
theirn digits
your camisole
Snatched
up
mine might
lifted
Splat
'gainst mine
up
yourn
Smack
ourn lips
Yourn lock
mine crimson
back
* grayce...1/7/2013...
i miss your true lock
* New Year's iz spelled correctly y'all ;)
Categories:
edvard, romantic love, sexy, silence,
Form: Free verse
fragility of reason ~ ululates upon brush strokes of despair
Categories:
edvard, art, depression, perspective,
Form: Monoku
Behold the bather astride the river,
resplendent in rainbow-dappled nudity
his sense of light and air and wetness
ebbs and flows like his emotions,
colors shift and swirl in response
to the universe of his creativity.
Categories:
edvard, art, color, image,
Form: Ekphrasis
Oblong outlines of a soul
Stretched in elliptical misery
Redefines the perfect circle
To a breakable volatile tautness
Loosely cloaked in sheaths of epitonic blue
Draped upon the shrinking body to hide a terrified world
Dressed in swirling ominous patterns of anonymity
To be lost within the deepest abyss of fatal fear
Planted like a tenuous girder of iron truth
On a bridge of no return
There is no departure from excruciating fear
From this wicked self-imposed poltergeist
An unseen force deliberates death
Smothering with tremulous trepidation
Annihilating the essence of existence
With no bond found on common ground
There lies the secret
Within the mystery of a soul’s distress
The exorcism of human strength
As fear brings the will of life to a standstill
7-12-2023
Categories:
edvard, fear,
Form: Ekphrasis
The snow falls white in Norway
just like anywhere else in the world.
The snow falls white in Norway
like the smoke from a cigarette.
The blue mists lap at coat tails
only in a self-portrait in Norway.
Pale brown eyes shine, surprised to see you
only in a self-portrait in Norway.
One hand holding time itself, slipping.
One hand held firmly in the void.
I can see myself alive in him,
as the snow falls white in Norway.
Categories:
edvard, art,
Form: Ekphrasis
I leave the auction sick, my mettle frayed
A ghost, I fear, in oil clutched near my side
No doubt, a ghost for which I've dearly paid!
How best to next proceed, I must decide
The painting I have bought portrays a man
laid out upon a bed as if he sleeps
A woman stands beside the low divan
Offhand, I'd guess a mistress that he keeps
I recognize the bloke who's laying prone
A classless dog and local alley cat
His past and family folk remain unknown
but those with whom he spoke called him "Merat"
I peer more closely at the racy scene;
Beside Merat, a pool of crimson red
The woman's face is cool, if not serene,
quite out of place, considering the bed!
I take my time in staring at the girl,
and make an observation I can't bear
my hands begin to shake, the air to swirl,
for that's my naked wife who's painted there!
As I trudge home, it's hell that fills my head
and passing by a doorsill with a bin,
I tell myself it's I who will be dead
if I don't shove the dreadful painting in
My mind is blank as I bypass the stairs
and free from fear of my assassin wife,
I steer my thoughts past murder and affairs,
then pull her near and thank her for my life
Categories:
edvard, dark, death,
Form: Ekphrasis
Red House and Spruce by Edvard Munch
Snug, in a blue bunting of hibernation,
Red cottage
In a clearing of indigo and ice spruce
That form ribs of protection from
From hues of ill winds,
As a leafless birch backbone
Spreads a protective circle,
Sentinels of secrets
Behind the hidden crimson door
When eventide’s crystal constellations
Of fallen cerulean white snows
Sleep in solitude
As Aurora lingers above ash and aspen
In glowing neon passion values
Sheltered scarlet hearth and heart
Slumbers in tones of a Nordic cradle song
And winsome memories of a mountain king
In snowfall’s language of winter
Of painted cobalt shadows
Surrounding a red house.
Categories:
edvard, blue, house, red, snow,
Form: Ekphrasis
At first glance ...
Amid turbulent strokes
and vivid hues,
eyes mesmerized by
maiden's molten-red mane—
Love and Pain
Gently kissing
her lover's nape
in tender embrace,
while Pain's
lurking specter
overshadows their
intimate space,
threatening Love's
fragile grace
Second glance ...
Gent's deathlike pallor
portrays a chilling
alternative motif.
Is love really her goal, or
is she nosferatu feasting
on a submissive soul?
Dark eyes reflect the
lurking specter's desire—
Vampire
Categories:
edvard, art, love, pain, perspective,
Form: Ekphrasis
When love is torn asunder and there is nothing left but dissent,
a lover's heart will be shattered, mortally wounded and rent.
In a relationship that was once held as sacred and eternal,
sorrow takes a heavy toll on the one left behind, and infernal
flames of grief scorch the lonely heart so that it must dwell,
suffering in what seems like the fiery abyss of emotional hell.
Forlorn the man when his once-upon-a-time love went astray,
and became a wraith without a face. She refused to stay.
Dressed in bridal gown, perhaps she seeks a new marriage mate,
a man who will please her instead of treating her like a roommate.
She looks forward to a brighter future than one she's left behind,
wondering why she married him. How could she have been so blind?
Could it be there's another side to the separation of two lovers?
In death she was buried in a white shroud. Sorrowfully, he hovers.
A bouquet of crimson flowers he's brought to leave at her grave
but he cannot bear to look at the tomb. Today, he's not that brave.
Ghostlike she appears to him, a wispy figure, floating in the mist.
He's haunted by memories of the lips he'd passionately kissed.
Categories:
edvard, lost love,
Form: Ekphrasis
At twilight time, a man surrounded by
some colors yellow and an orange red
which seem to swirl above him in the sky
stands on a bridge with both hands on his head
as if he wants to cover up his ears.
This scene depicts a vision of this man
who lived with such anxiety and fears.
Oh what could even be more fearsome than
a world gone crazy? Man with nature screams!
The bridge the man is standing on stays strong.
Mankind progresses (or at least it seems).
Can we succeed with so much going wrong?
We still relate to Edvard’s “Scream” today.
The terror it imparts us still holds sway.
Categories:
edvard, art,
Form: Ekphrasis
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