no matter the jubilant ribbons that string from me
or strike in desperate sheets
of seething frustration
it sticks
like a lion to the golden ground
present
strong
worthy
it sings, this blind thing,
like a sword
stripping notes from the sky
blossoms
falling slowly
begging touch
sweet lopping of heads
a silver screen, pops and jumps
making obvious the distortion that laps at my heart
more and more I laugh and yet it stays.
yes
I hoped the laughing would coax it to light where it would fold over
revealing sharp edged flatness
but it seems the hoping just gives it a platform
and only acceptance offers hope
but that gives it a platform
that begs the acceptance that offers hope………. that gives….
even breath
offers
hope
Indeed as long as there is breath…there is hope.
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yep… but its finding the hope that is true rather than hope for hopes sake… maybe or maybe not, I am perplexed by my own poem this time š
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I should just reblog everything you write.
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especially the ones that make no sense at all š
xx
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Those are generally my favorites.
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the no sense is where the sense can be found most likely, not to say I have found it, but I think I may have occasionally come close to feeling something in there somewhere
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Every time I draw a box around a story, it gets mangled. I’m happier that way.
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That’s FANTASTIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Picture and words!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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thankyou , your enthusiasm makes me buzz, I thought no one will probably get this one… but YOU felt it
cool!
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To me, dear, You’ve painted a twilight Autumn scene that dances, sings, runs, saunters and drools gospel ! [good news] Faithfully, Debbie xo
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yes, maybe so, it is an attempt to eek out some kind of understanding of true surrender i think…. i think … š
xxx thankyou for your comment it takes me further into my intentions with this piece..
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Nice use of free verse with the artwork. I particularly love this image that you’ve drawn. It’s very powerful. There’s a sense of chaos and balance to it as well. I like that it’s effeminate and masculine at the same time.
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love your observations, you’ve read into the work really quite accurately thanks for taking the time to comment, i appreciate it š
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Your art work is amazing, as are the words
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Thankyou xxxx
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I love the images in this one, Arna–especially the transfence-magic of “it sticks / like a lion to the golden ground”!
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thankyou
you always pick my own favourite lines š
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