Tag Archives: Art

Loaded

 

Anything

is better than this

dishonest

double think

loaded mind fuck. I am out.


What Lies Beneath

- The Meditator , 1971, oil on canvas, 149x147 cm, Rome, Fondazione Giorgio e Isa de Chirico © Fondazione Giorgio and Isa de Chirico, Rome / Giuseppe Schiavinotto

There’s nothing more and nothing less
a fist unfurled, an open hand.
I will be found beneath this mess.

Behind the crumbling walls confess
to all the lies spoken firsthand.
There’s nothing more and nothing less

to find upon this path, unless,
each single step remains unplanned.
I will be found beneath this mess

as thoughts begin to mock progress
releasing moments gripped like sand.
There’s nothing more and nothing less.

Old words upon these lips repress
the staleness of the new wasteland.
I will be found beneath this mess

as time peels back the next process.
Come forward now and take a stand.
There’s nothing more and nothing less
than what you see beneath this mess.

Actually wrote this poem early this morning after a night of insomnia that resulted in a very cluttered and chaotic mind. I thought about meditation and how amazing the practice of meditation is at settling the mind. Then I saw the piece..the title and image are perfect!  This is also my first attempt at a villanelle and I consider this piece still in rough draft as I am learning.

Oh…today marks the one year anniversary of my blog…I’m celebrating down at the pub!

Check out dVerse~Poets Pub with  Mark Kerstetter hosting this weeks Poetics prompt about the works and life of painter Giorgio de Chirico. 


Suffering: A Noble Truth

Within each second

she finds herself still, grasping

at the next moment

Read about The Four Noble Truths


Literary Promise

She made a silent vow

just beneath the lips

to write

just one thing

every day.

 

Yesterday,

her lips fell forgetful

brushing against the warmth

of another

as he painted her belly.

 

Today,

sitting ,writing, practicing

this literary promise,

she tried, but

still cried

as he walked

away.

*My latest submission in Celebration of  One Shot Wednesday ’s birthday!


The Moment Between

My vision wavers as heat
pours across the darkness, drying
out the surrounding light.

With a sleepy fist, I rub
my swinging eyes, and, slowly
think about waking up.

Written for One Stop Poetry\’s Form Monday .


The Machinist

Photography by Rob Hanson...Click photo to check out interview at One Stop Poetry!

Seamlessly,

thoughts form like stitches

creating

reality.

The machinist of the mind

connects truth with lies.


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