Nail walking down the street
Carrying a bagful to fix something
For the master who owns my dreaming
Storefronts lolling sidewalks asleep
Night quiet jazz, Erie, PA
The endless road breaking cartons
Locked doors being kidnapped jumping
fences getting spotted running away
Dreaming snatches of words in the air
Fine milky jazz boots on a roll a train
That passes at 10 a,m, cars with their vapor
Mist the chuga-chuga sound of a boxcar to
No-where the rattling of walls when you are
Alone hot tea Lorrianne in a skirt a poetry
Reading in N.Y. moving out with only the
Shirt on my back going down,back,out, taking
Chris to the mermaid bar covered in sand, no shoes
Living nearby close to the sea, changing
Having enough cool to chill sand enough to scratch
That you never itch life that you're full
Digging the Diz and jack going, back going, back going
Because you want to/needing nothing' nothing but a little
Taste now and again just being free doing it instead of it
doing you
I was shaken and shaking.
Meeting your eyes, for a second.
But it could have been a million years.
The space that moment holds in my head
could have been used to build the pyramids.
i’m here, nor there, sometimes everywhere
a storm brewing
inside i’m darker
i’ve sailed these seas before
repetition becomes habit
take me back to simpler times
an early childhood memory
just one day when i didn’t allow myself to be consumed
by ruminating
i collect my thoughts
after time i realize the tea is hot, and it makes me anxious
and that i’m really just a hoarder
a collector knows what she likes to collect
to hold onto what’s fallen behind you can kill you
i don’t want to be stuck, but how does one move forward?
some days i wonder why i envy the pretty sunflowers
to be authentic is a destination
the shadow self wants to dance
the land though the wardrobe
i’d like to see it one day
I’ve stopped caring if the world likes me
with age comes a ‘no ****'s given’ attitude
red mohawk
punk rocker girl i don’t think about you too much
try hard, or don’t try at all
either way, the end is coming
I wish I had
I wish everyday I could do it
I wish that I could make it work out
I wish I was not terrified to have it
I wish I had the devotion to obtain it
I wish I believed I could be happy to have it
I wish that I thought I deserved it
I wish I was strong enough to wish for it
I wish that you would just let me have it
I wish for days that it would come true
I wish that I could wish my wish to come true
I feel sorry for the plants
stuck in a glass bowl garden,
just as I'm sad to see a goldfish
locked up in a bowl, jailed.
For vivarium is just an aquarium
a pen for living things locked up,
encapsulated, emaciated, ghastly devastated.
The beauty lies in the empty bowl of glass
please set it free!
Just listen to Dale Chihuly!
The air is thick and misty.
The fog hovers over the backyard,
fighting to linger as the sun rises and starts burning it off.
The squirrels are quiet.
The birds are silent.
Even the prowling cats have decided to sleep in,
waiting for the mist to clear.
It’s been quite a while since I’ve seen a day struggle to begin.
The cobwebs are strewn across the deck, waiting for its daily destruction.
The lizards and rain frogs are still asleep.
A day like today should have been on the weekend
so I could close the blinds and snuggle back into bed.
Unfortunately, it’s the middle of the week and my daily work is calling.
Oh well, time to rise and shine and make the best of it.
Duty calls and I must answer.
Our table is small in size;
The plates and serving bowls
Barely
Fit
Between the cups and elbows.
We stuff ourselves around the table,
Too many chairs, too many arms, too many feet
CrowdingAroundTheNapkinsAndForksAndKnives.
Our table is small
But there is always r o o m
For love.
red hot background
black white flinging
dancers cha-cha-chá
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2/7/2020
Ekphrasis tribute to Jackson Pollock’s “Free Form” in the triadic line form
February 7, 2020
REFLECTiONS an ekphrasis triadic line
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October 24, 2020
EoW (7) Art
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I heard you whispering
all night listening
your handsome face picturing
your hand strokes my hair
and you kiss my tear
and forever love I declare
in the distant other words
and the song of birds
the most beautiful heard
and a soothing voice came
to proclaim
my child leave the pain
give love to the Lord
he will become your sword
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January 2, 2020
Poetry/Free Form Sonnet/Love
Copyright Protected, ID 120-1213-453-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for FFI Blog Series 53 - sonnet FF
Brian Strand
Podium Place 1
on the verge of love,
mutual discovery unveiled
in their secret world;
lips to lips ,sealed,
hearts in passion pound
ardour's whispers sound;
need unchains desire,
pleasure's fever fans a fire,
each flame thrusting higher;
in duet's crescendo choir
realisation exceeds hope,
promise, with trust elope;
enchantment metamorphose
as love,sublime,grows
No noise,silence,
the beating of my heart,
alone,with my thoughts;
Without,I see the breeze,
soundless,active,alive,
slowly I awake,arise
to another day
Eternal granite, crystalline scree, agates, boulders, rise
to hills, towering tors,* mutinous mountains, endlessly growing
rising, lifted, then toppled by the fiery rebirth of draconic lava**
Like the cracked shell of an avian egg***/ **** both molten yolk
and watery albumen mark the passage of time, the swings
of the multiverse, they pacify Charon’s passage on the Styx
Seen and unseen the arched openings spiral, poled in ten
dimensions by exigent mathematical quandaries, branching
boles boldly rooting in islands of primordial I, chained
screeching***** shadows infer larger beings who manhandle
the infinite construct of finite man
*Alliteration Repetition of consonant sounds [
** Hyperbole A figure of speech involving exaggeration.
*** Assonance The repetition of similar vowel sounds [A vian, A gg]
**** Simile A figure of speech involving a comparison between unlike
things using like, as, or as though.
*****Onomatopoeia a word that imitates the sound it represents
Ivy climbs the wall
Spreading fingers here and there
Forming leafy art
Free form; what is it?
From where does it exist?
Freedom of thought;
Search inside; what is free?
Answers without questions;
Derive more problems
For lives that are lived
Can answer no question;
No subtleties,
No equations,
Or anything that logics taught
Forgotten voices;
Horace spoke so clear,
Da Vinci lived,
Roentgen made history
And Einstein could not resist;
Atomic bliss
Free form exists
Admitting too the unknown,
Socrates did
Plato, showed the ingenious in this
Xenophone followed it,
The apology went to death
Free form exists.
The stolen oath of Hippocrates;
From; freeing Rome of the plague
To pharmaceutical companies,
Creating chemically dependent slaves
Hippocrates turns in the grave
Free form exists
Morrison a tormented soul,
Victimized in his own sins
A song write, a poet;
The Great Spirit spoke within
A world too young, for this greatness,
The devil stole; drugs ate his soul
Free form exists
Free of form; is the meaning too exist
Shared value amongst many great soul
But with a gift of purity; pain and struggle;
Debts in double, tragedy is inevitable
Truth in it’s despair, a curse, with attributes