Ocean stares unblinking from beneath green eyelids, watching, watching... standing guard above Neptune’s Kingdom, where mermen and mermaids live in their bubble-filled, coral palaces among sea groves of waving kelp fronds.
Is he searching for a Mortal who would be able to dry his unshed tears, those he may one day cry for all humanity?
Tess gave us a fascinating picture by Robin Gosnall for this week's Mag, and I couldn't resist playing! And as luck would have it, there are 55 words for G-man, come Friday!
10 Mar 2013
3 Mar 2013
Heatwave
For today's Mag, Tess has given us a photo by TheFoxAndTheRaven, which I have interpreted in my own way, with thanks to the original artists.
24 Feb 2013
Drawers is Drawers - or Pantaloons?
which might make people stand and stare
if 't'weren't for classic chiseled drapes,
so no one's mouth need fall agape.
But what did Dali do forsooth?
He was a most impetuous youth
who made her chest a 'chest of drawers'
with furry knobs ne'er seen before...
What if he'd chiseled pantaloons?
Would history have dubbed him goon,
or would the folks do naught but snicker
at the sight of Venus wearing knickers?
To see the origins of this flight of fancy, pop across to The Mag 157 to visit Tess and Mr Dali in person! But now, here's another version - take your pick!
17 Feb 2013
The Artist Jacek Yerka...
With an introduction in his own words here!
Today's Magpie sparked my curiosity, not my muse, and if you follow the link above you will maybe gain further insight into what kind of a mind produced the Wind of History which Tess featured today.
Perhaps later my muse might be stirred to action - perhaps not. Time will tell...
And after a couple of hours, either my brain or my muse has kicked in. The words that follow are entirely as a result of the 'feel' of the painting "Wind of History", and nothing at all to do with the artist even though I looked at information about him! So, here's my offering, such as it is:-
The Malcontent
No ordinary dreamer have I been,
for kaleidoscopic thoughts drove me on
to follow my own paths. No formal gates
opened to lead me to a welcome light;
my tracks journeyed back and forth, back and forth.
So I travelled on, failed to rest content.
Now, like an abandoned car I must stop -
I have lost all power to move forward.
Clouds fog the horizon, but a beacon
shines through the mist, calling to me "Come, come!"
And finally, a rethink of the image, specially for SueAnn Lommler!
Today's Magpie sparked my curiosity, not my muse, and if you follow the link above you will maybe gain further insight into what kind of a mind produced the Wind of History which Tess featured today.
Perhaps later my muse might be stirred to action - perhaps not. Time will tell...
And after a couple of hours, either my brain or my muse has kicked in. The words that follow are entirely as a result of the 'feel' of the painting "Wind of History", and nothing at all to do with the artist even though I looked at information about him! So, here's my offering, such as it is:-
The Malcontent
No ordinary dreamer have I been,
for kaleidoscopic thoughts drove me on
to follow my own paths. No formal gates
opened to lead me to a welcome light;
my tracks journeyed back and forth, back and forth.
So I travelled on, failed to rest content.
Now, like an abandoned car I must stop -
I have lost all power to move forward.
Clouds fog the horizon, but a beacon
shines through the mist, calling to me "Come, come!"
And finally, a rethink of the image, specially for SueAnn Lommler!
11 Feb 2013
Everything Sounds Better In French!
A Brit might live life "In the Pink"
and give a knowing little wink
at a boy and girl locked in a clinch
at a cafe table; but it's a cinch -
I guess that everybody knows -
in France, one lives "La Vie en rose!"
Thanks to Tess and Joseph Lorusso
at The Mag 155
and give a knowing little wink
at a boy and girl locked in a clinch
at a cafe table; but it's a cinch -
I guess that everybody knows -
in France, one lives "La Vie en rose!"
Thanks to Tess and Joseph Lorusso
at The Mag 155
3 Feb 2013
Sci Fi Etheree
His
blue lips
loose a scream;
his exhaled breath
fogs the atmosphere,
precious drops of liquid
condensing on clear plastic
which separates this specimen
from mankind, while aliens’ secrets
continue to elude all scientists…
Another flight of fancy for Tess with her prompt at The Mag
blue lips
loose a scream;
his exhaled breath
fogs the atmosphere,
precious drops of liquid
condensing on clear plastic
which separates this specimen
from mankind, while aliens’ secrets
continue to elude all scientists…
Another flight of fancy for Tess with her prompt at The Mag
27 Jan 2013
In The Groove
An excerpt variation on "Charlotte Gainsbourg, AnOther" |
to fill the room with sound
and vinyl voices take the air
as pop song verses pound.
The needle tiptoes in its groove,
a dancer all on point
a-balancing upon one leg
with an electronic joint
connected to the magic box;
a "Dansette" it was called
and in those early plastic days
it kept the youth enthralled.
Before the days of DVDs
or CD's silver faces,
black record-ridges were the norm,
no need for airs or graces!
Written for Tess at The Mag
20 Jan 2013
13 Jan 2013
Knit Wit?
Feet are neat -
though maybe not sweet?
But a body sock leaves
toes exposed. Please,
enthusiastic knitter,
don't be a quitter.
Clack you needles again
and make some socks, plain
or patterned will do!
I ask you,
how else will I keep
the warmth in my feet?
Thanks to Tess at The Mag for the intriguing example of one knitter's wit! LOL :)
I noticed another couple of interesting excerpts too...so here they are.
though maybe not sweet?
But a body sock leaves
toes exposed. Please,
enthusiastic knitter,
don't be a quitter.
Clack you needles again
and make some socks, plain
or patterned will do!
I ask you,
how else will I keep
the warmth in my feet?
Thanks to Tess at The Mag for the intriguing example of one knitter's wit! LOL :)
I noticed another couple of interesting excerpts too...so here they are.
Monkey god with supplicant? |
Still life monotone |
30 Dec 2012
24 Dec 2012
Greetings!
To Blogpals far and near who happen upon this card -
I made it to share, so feel free to help yourselves!
16 Dec 2012
Reflected Light
Remember how this winter day gave light
to country fields where frost and snowflakes lay?
It held at bay the terrors of the night.
When phantoms lurk and prowl our inner sight
and blackest thoughts intrude and bar our way,
remember how this winter day gave light.
Its hoarfrost beauty kept the landscape bright,
attempting evening darkness to delay...
It held at bay the terrors of the night.
To those who'd choose to flee to calm their fright
there's scant advice to give, except to say
"Remember how this winter day gave light."
Then their unease must give way to delight;
although the sun had seemed to hide away,
it held at bay the terrors of the night.
And should your future self meet such a plight,
in each reflective moment, do, I pray,
remember how this winter day gave light;
it held at bay the terrors of the night.
Thanks to Tess and Andy Magee at The Mag #148 for their inspiration. I have also linked this to Poets United, and IGWRT too.
to country fields where frost and snowflakes lay?
It held at bay the terrors of the night.
When phantoms lurk and prowl our inner sight
and blackest thoughts intrude and bar our way,
remember how this winter day gave light.
Its hoarfrost beauty kept the landscape bright,
attempting evening darkness to delay...
It held at bay the terrors of the night.
To those who'd choose to flee to calm their fright
there's scant advice to give, except to say
"Remember how this winter day gave light."
Then their unease must give way to delight;
although the sun had seemed to hide away,
it held at bay the terrors of the night.
And should your future self meet such a plight,
in each reflective moment, do, I pray,
remember how this winter day gave light;
it held at bay the terrors of the night.
Thanks to Tess and Andy Magee at The Mag #148 for their inspiration. I have also linked this to Poets United, and IGWRT too.
9 Dec 2012
Heavy
Broad shoulders
may bear many weights.
Ask Atlas.
For other ways of looking at the world, take a trip to see more at The Mag 147, thanks to Tess and the photo source here.
2 Dec 2012
Left On The Shelf
Two abandoned rings
underline your absence,
leave a vapour trail of emotion
across a sky where stars, this day,
are hidden.
Love has been eclipsed
by a black moon,
and the chill of outer space
invades my universe.
Written for the Mag 146, thanks to Tess and Man Ray's Object to be Destroyed.
underline your absence,
leave a vapour trail of emotion
across a sky where stars, this day,
are hidden.
Love has been eclipsed
by a black moon,
and the chill of outer space
invades my universe.
Written for the Mag 146, thanks to Tess and Man Ray's Object to be Destroyed.
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