tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44054505448548304112024-03-18T12:37:09.059-05:00bird's eye viewsooziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10924347855188992884noreply@blogger.comBlogger867125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405450544854830411.post-39122517035527549382024-03-11T07:22:00.006-05:002024-03-11T07:53:36.890-05:00these days <p>these days </p><p>words like comets come </p><p>in meter </p><p>rhyme </p><p>beauty </p><p>lashing fire & fury </p><p>a speed unclocked </p><p>unknown equations of fleeting light </p><p>words come </p><p> and are gone </p><p>before I can find my hand to write </p><div><br /></div>sooziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10924347855188992884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405450544854830411.post-17753006272187087932024-03-10T09:56:00.000-05:002024-03-10T09:56:26.315-05:00current & contrast <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Of wings & water lifted<br />
solace & sublime<br />
replete of fear<br />
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sooziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10924347855188992884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405450544854830411.post-4802381241108340712024-03-10T09:50:00.001-05:002024-03-11T07:27:21.937-05:00life on a minimum maintenance road<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>our pain and our fate </i></div>
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<i>here on the dirt road </i></div>
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<i>life just shines thru </i></div>
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<i>dust on our lips </i></div>
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<i>sky overhead a deep azure blue </i></div>
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<i>here on the dirt road </i></div>
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<i>love is everything </i></div>
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<i>in ditches defined </i></div>
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<i>ditch weed & broom </i></div>
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<i>a thousand head of cattle </i></div>
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<i>graze on fescue & rye </i></div>
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<i>filling the sky </i></div>
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<i>escapes from a nest </i></div>
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<i>deer come to fields </i></div>
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Sandhill cranes crowding, clouding the vast blue sky<br />
speckled fields fallow--river wide calls my soul<br />
proclaiming winter's surrender to spring<br />
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Clouds thin to white stories writing of spring<br />
eyes rest where crimson horizon collides with western sky<br />
watching--waiting for signs of my returning slumbered soul<br />
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Of wild cranes and fields evermore comes my soul<br />
to follow the flight pattern and warm winds of this early spring<br />
flying--soaring to the sun buttoned upon the sky<br />
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of flying things and azure sky my soul wakes to spring </div>
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wake at the first crack of sun<br />
call the crows and cranes<br />
sip the whiskey<br />
pour the earl gray<br />
paint me with your words<br />
balm to those who chase the line<br />
between<br />
the thunder and the rain<br />
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damn these feathers and wind<br />
damn the morning light!<br />
lifting me away<br />
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contentment tucked against cerulean slumber<br />
dreams and dancing to the scent<br />
of bonfires<br />
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and love<br />
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piercing sweet temperance hollowed<br />
as this storm reaches the river<br />
just as cranes<br />
land to water and grassland wine<br />
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innocence disguised as complacency<br />
in a rising time, waking line<br />
separations torment<br />
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come back thru the lightening<br />
come back thru the gathering storm<br />
clouds black rolling east<br />
lifting me away<br />
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wake at the first crack of sun<br />
calling to cranes and crows<br />
of a morning parting<br />
from the slumbered<br />
knowing<br />
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lift me away<br />
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walls flat-line to ivory sails <br />
winter's ghost trailing <br />
love stories defined in black sharpie <br />
against the azure day<br />
shifting <br />
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dimensions blending into ripe copper moments <br />
shifting <br />
a single desire to feel your skin against my back <br />
breaking the fall <br />
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the north wind shifts suddenly to the left of you <br />
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skin to feathers <br />
wind to home </div>
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entanglements resonant<br />
beekeepers bliss<br />
dogwood tumbling yellow down<br />
white boxes stacked in the far corner yard<br />
promises circle around<br />
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snow-melt ascension <br />
earl gray tea<br />
blue jay steals my song<br />
day rolls on in dust motes & dogs<br />
my how that south wind blows strong<br />
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equanimity polished <br />
bonfire balm<br />
crocus sprouted today<br />
sandhill cranes sweep fields & river<br />
as seasons collide & play<br />
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clouds thin to blue<br />
particles waken<br />
cardinals peek thru fractured glass<br />and the river runs cold with ice and white birds<br /> life just tumbles right past </div>
sooziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10924347855188992884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405450544854830411.post-4815887982187217192024-03-10T09:46:00.002-05:002024-03-10T09:46:29.211-05:00on the transformation of others into self to vanquish all regret <p>Opal cord cinched tightly wound & wrapped </p><p>over & around & over </p><p>as the rings of a tree marks the passing of time </p><p>tightly </p><p>tethered to the familiar landscape of wheat & weather </p><p>caught taunt </p><p>trying to sustain life amid the silent chaos </p><p>where wind whispers of Cather & calamity </p><p>tethered & tied to this place that sounds of bells & sandhill cranes </p><p>where regret transforms to the particled press of every knowing </p><p>every welcome every going </p><p>invisible traces of dust & poets, pioneers, artists & preachers </p><p>doctors, directors, designers & thinkers </p><p>dogs, bartenders, believers & dreamers </p><p>every particle imparted here within </p><p>the wound & wrapped cord </p><p>tucked against the marrow & viscera </p><p>becoming a brightness of pine & iris </p><p>trembling branches in this </p><p>spring wind </p><p>becoming </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>sooziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10924347855188992884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405450544854830411.post-85616791121781381502024-03-10T09:45:00.000-05:002024-03-10T09:45:28.892-05:00rising ....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">the little bluestem sways</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">listening </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">as the prairie earth struggles to rise into this warm blue sky morning</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">it is timeless & precious here</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">await in dry tenderness</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">the fragrance of life cuts its way into your soul </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">and</span></div>
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sooziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10924347855188992884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405450544854830411.post-69526701378463213892024-02-04T07:54:00.000-06:002024-02-04T07:54:42.247-06:00... then the Burlington Rooms<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">The Stewart Gallery is jammed to the brim with every imaginable item on the planet. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">And Art. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">A tired, old dropped ceiling stretches over a 1960's striped use-to-be-shag carpet, and several pieces of Goodwill furniture line the room on the main floor. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Smells emanate from another time---</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">weary & distant.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Florals mix with plaids, mix with more florals with a good dose of faux leather and folding chairs. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">NPR drifts out from some piece of radio art: dozens of battered discarded boom boxes and radios of every size are creeping out of a silver trash can. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Dave's Assemblages </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px;">are everywhere--church alter bits & pieces paired with Camel cigarette boxes, cut-outs of 40's pin-up girls and used cigars. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Brilliant landscape photos of Nebraska are interspersed alongside bold primary oils of....</span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Women.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Women on the street, women at bars & coffee shops, women mingling together.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Women in various shades of undress. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Short black hair & blond hair mostly interspersed with a smattering of redheads. Short skirts revealing pastel panties. Nipples peak from open necklines and occasionally a small Jack Russell pokes about in them somewhere.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Dave's speciality, Dave's love--is Women. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">The way a student loves his teachers, the way a pastor loves his congregation. It is an observant love; smooth, easy studied and directional. Strangely not creepy. His mind constantly working the medium; acrylics, pastels air-brushed, #2s, mixed media. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Clarity is gained as we travel thru the gallery. This was my 5th time at Dave's I think. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Not always open. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Nor are the upstairs rooms always ready for guests, but tonight </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">the red light is on.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">You angle up the building in a series of stairs and landings. The carpet underfoot well-trodden constantly changing from one color to another. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">All the while--Art.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">A massive oil depicting a buxom women lounging on a black sofa with a cat crawling across her hefty thigh, across from a huge canvas upon which various symbols weave together. The walls covered. Not figuratively, literally. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">it's almost to much to take in.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">On the first landing--a surprise. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">An old chair of ours sits next to a table with vintage playboys. This chair was supposed to be a project of Angela's and mine, but we lost interest and I told her to find it a good home. Here it resides.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">I got in trouble for carving the name "Wood" in that chair when I was 16. Funny.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Two more flights of stairs take us thru Dave's office where cigar smoke lies thick and lovely. Some of my favorite art is in this room: beautiful art boxes with windows to other worlds, tribal masks, a new large oil of a naked women in a sweeping red hat adorns an entire wall.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">You walk outside--crossing a small black railed bridge to an open door, 40's jazz emanates from within & low lights welcome. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">You are eternal here, in these time machined rooms .... eternal with a dash of mischievous anything goes-ness . ..<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Walking into the first room, there is small black bar on your left with tiny lights lining the top, behind which a negligee'd mannequin offers her hand. Various bottles of booze & wine litter the end of the bar. Illumination from numerous glowing art pieces pop about this diminutive room. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Some perhaps odd & nonsensical, others bawdy. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Along the right wall is this fantastic surreal canvas, 4' by 4'--a recreation Dave has done of Pieter Brugel's Dutch Proverbs: a village of naked women reside here in gold & brown. Dave painted this years ago, and somewhere in this metamorphosis of a brothel, there is list of them all.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">(if your very very drunk, it is riotous fun to see how many you can find)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">You step into a parlor on your right and the lights are a bit brighter here, where some 60 black & white nudes adorn the walls where a scattering of unmatched pieces of furniture stand at attention. Above the door is a small sign, 'serving those who serve those who serve'. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Next to each sofa are Dave's notebooks, where he has taken vintage penthouse & playboys reassembling them into political-comments & commercial parodies cutting & pasting--collaging volumes.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">The room is relaxing, again one smells the lingering cigar here and impatience.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">An ashtray you would find in your grandpa's house sits there on the broken wooden coffee table with a cigarette lying there anticipating the unknown. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Across the room from an old brocade sofa, is a sink, for washing prior to one's visit. The entrance to the rooms lies straight ahead appearing as a tunnel of scarlet softly glowing like a slow beating heart.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">You walk thru the narrow door-frame into a branched hallway--small & tight. You have 4 directions to explore. Then you stop, realizing the hallway itself is a room. Painted a deep red, it is shrouded portraits of women: gorgeous & enchanting--some pastel with air-brushed perfection, some in harsh detail yet winsome & bewitching. Never will I convey the sheer extent of the Art itself. Staggering.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">A sharp left takes you into the bathroom--a naked mannequin stands behind the beige & pink shower curtain, holding out her red lace panties to you. Rubber wellingtons stand at the sink, as if some soldier just vaporized back to Normandy leaving a sprig of daisies poking out the top. There are remnants of life everywhere: tooth paste, again from another time, glasses and various sundries.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Art conceals the wall: oils & charcoals predominately. Most of the women are complacent & poised, some convey more than a hint of lingering sadness...lending an aesthetic of allure & forgotten glamour. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Heading out of the bathroom, straight ahead is a dressing room, or the 'undressing room' as a small dangling sign reads. A clothing rack hold numerous vintage clothing options for your standard lady of the night: gowns, robes, dresses with a dresser holding powder puffs and jewelry scattered about with some small measure of design & organization. Placed exactly where Dave wants them, yet inviting play. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Stepping out of that space further down the hall to the right are two bedrooms.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">In the left one an ugly table lamp blazes red from below a street window--Edith Piaf plays from the antique record player. A small half-made twin bed cuddles into the corner, bedding turned down. Around the room lies neglected treasures from a life: purse's, cigarette cases, jewelry and makeup--lots of makeup,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">open and used. That's what it smells like in this room--makeup. A past.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">There is old floral wallpaper drifting from the chunks of plaster enabling the Art to rule the room. More of the same--overwhelming.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Women posed on concrete pillars, women laying on beds--the colors though all different astoundingly blend and swirl together creating a feeling of warmth and entombed desire.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">The last bedroom is distinguished by the Raggedy Ann doll on the full sized bed. A clean quilt covers the bed, over which women look down from their various frames, some gilt, some bleached wood, scratched & re-used re-invented to create this life-sized shadow box of a brothel. Browns dominate this room, shades, tints and textures in the canvases. The smooth floral carpet underfoot has an almost Hollywood elegance to it, and then you notice how worn it is how thin & delicate.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">It's hard to leave. Withdrawing one just keeps contemplating--observing almost expecting one of these masterly created women of pencil & oil to turn her chic expression and watch you </span><span class="Apple-style-span" face=""lucida grande" , "tahoma" , "verdana" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
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It's the season of the flying dogs<br />
misunderstod<br />
misfit mongrels of winter<br />
bark as bad as the bite<br />
rough as the walnut's silence<br />
pensive and remorseful<br />
should have flown south to warmer climes<br />
yet here we lie<br />
folded--felted<br /> into the snap & chill of a Tuesday<br />
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to be a cardinal content as the moon<br />
contrast abiding<br />
current riding<br />
feathered crimson against this day<br />
and the sound of fleeing sorrow<br />
steadfast the hounds of frost<br />
determined<br />
misguided<br />
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they circle to find the<br />
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we die<br />
taking inventory of our days, our hours<br />
hopefully noticing the snap of the stars at night<br />
at mercy to the sorrow-holes<br />
at mercy to the sun's reflection<br />
we show up<br />
we retreat<br />
we grasp & release<br />
resolutions made by fools & thieves<br />
paths are walked by the weary paisley'd wanderer<br />
in woods dappled by constrast<br />
hold it in--<br />--then--<br />
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give it away give it away <br />
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backs of willow-marble-pink to lean into the wind<br />
legs both sure & liquid<br />
a heart that recalls the taste of snowflakes on my tongue<br />
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the magnetic north of your skin<br />
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dreams that speak the gypsy tongue<br />
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unfolding to the evergreen of possibility<br />
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the view vast<br />
soft blue cold<br />wildness upon my tongue<br />
tangled contentment<br />
soft blue contentment <br /> this winter's afternoon<br />
restless yearning<br />
held in by the hands of time<br />
hands of my own design <br />
palliative amusements linger over licorice tea & marzipan tempests<br />
sweeping winds carried on the backs of nuthatches<br />
soft blue cold<br />
wrapped wool knowing </div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
sing to me of water & dreams<br />
sing to me of winter's bite<br />
hold me in golden arms that smell crisp & ripe<br />
sing to me of home<br />
of ancient fields folded</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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here lies the heart for circus tents<br />
stripes & poles & elephants<br />
building up--tearing down<br />
riding trains from town to town<br />
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i slept in garrets castle walls<br />
wrote by candles thru wars & falls<br />
corseted lace & leather vests<br />
secluded, deluded by nature's scent<br />
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i had the legs to scale great heights<br />
breathe the air of starry nights<br />
spread these arms to vistas high<br />
feel comet's rush--touch the sky<br />
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i toiled in fields on soldier's thick<br />
patching, repairing--holding the sick<br />
ancient wisdom in hands small<br />
what lies in men i knew it all<br />
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i had the soul to change the world<br />
to step off edges wings unfurled<br />
fearless & flying & comet bound<br />
to leave the earth more green, more round<br />
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tucked & tended--hardly legendary<br />
yet each moment holds opal-chasms-delight<br />
each breath cradles day's twilight<br />
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we strive to leave a mark--a talisman<br />our solitary time here passing<br />
each thread, each hand, each song is spun<br />
to connect us all to the path of the Sun<br />
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sooziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10924347855188992884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405450544854830411.post-6525023846951752532023-12-13T07:05:00.000-06:002023-12-13T07:05:44.014-06:00The blue you fall into <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">there is a blue you fall into<br /> on a winter morning<br />
an eternal blue<br />
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cyan rivers wild<br />
shallow<br />
untamed<br />
claimed by golden-pink cirrus-threads<br />
dancing to the sun<br />
coolness wraps solitary & still<br />
below the branches of the hackberry & maple<br />
whispering of<br />
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birds silent<br />
breezes rising shifting<br />
dark to alice-blue-gleam<br />
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sooziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10924347855188992884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405450544854830411.post-77477654723581550092023-12-06T09:25:00.001-06:002023-12-06T09:25:07.400-06:00avian way <p>i have come to see </p><p>he </p><p>responds only to thin hollowed-bone creatures </p><p>that bear their weight in feathers & songs ancient & untamed </p><p>he looks to listen for wings & rising amongst winter's river channels wide </p><p>harriers</p><p>red-tails </p><p>barred & short-eared owls </p><p>cranes cardinals </p><p>chickadees </p><p>all these </p><p>fill his thoughts </p><p>fancy or flight </p><p> or perhaps it's freedom </p><p>he </p><p>finds </p><p><br /></p>sooziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10924347855188992884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405450544854830411.post-79501021425678123472023-11-28T11:24:00.001-06:002023-11-28T11:24:59.763-06:00for the water ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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in this vessel of november sky & the golden light of plowed fields<br />
you are water-turquoise-cinque-terre-blue <br />
soothing, enveloping & sure <br />
with the crystalline smell of first snow--icy apple-crisp <br />
spiced with a lavender borealis & ginger zest<br />
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present in love</div><div align="left" class="bloggerplus_text_section">forgiveness & laughter<br />
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taking prisoners wildly delighted in their felted chains<br />
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crafting connection with brush strokes of color-wheel possibility <br />
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that dream again;<br /> cowboy bonfires<br />
under novemeber moon's lament<br />
laced & lingered<br />
drifting<br />
twisting to tumbleweeds<br />
sweep me into the ashes of the day <br />
soothe the whimper of winds cold cold<br />
touch the wool wet from promised snow<br />
drifting<br />
twisting<br />
falling<br /> i curl into the smoke from your dreams<br /> dancing to the song of stars<br />
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somewhere south of here</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">i became meadowlark'd<br />
solitary sentinel perched on dawn's break<br />
green grass</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">milo</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">cornsilk call<br />
vastness unfolding<br />
fog fills the frame tight<br />
yellow-gray worshipper of sun's might <br />
feathered flight<br />
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somewhere east of here</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">i became yours<br />
tempered by time's cloud ponies<br />
stars & blue snow line our scars<br />
purple the bruise--fragile the thread<br />
cradling regret to the end of the line<br />
rising electric to golden wild thyme<br />
we harvest the cost--we weigh the crime<br />
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polished aqua-sea-glass smooth<br />
smelling of pearls</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">dust </div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">salt<br />
tethered to the wind<br />
upon tides high crest i climb<br />
finding my way by polaris' shine<br />
landing upon winter's shore intact & divine<br />
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of meadowlark feathered bravery<br />
of love--replete with cracks of pocked light gleaming<br />
of water opalescent mercury seeming<br />
to journey the bridled heart thru trails hardness<br />
breadcrumbed by darkness<br />
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laying in wait</div>
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for the potion to take </div>
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a tender light hold of your heart </div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">at six thousand feet </span></div>
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the atmosphere's weak </div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"> and the lover abandons his part </span><br />
this grey morning gloom </div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">all the pain in this room </span><br />high country's fragile fresh start </div>
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<span face=""helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif">the fire fails to spark</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">love, please come to bed </span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">let's get naked </span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">instead</span><br /> of eviscerating our fractured cold stars </div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">surrender is beautiful </span></div>
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this room will treasure our scars </div>
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dissolved to salt stars </div>
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no embers spark to fire<br />
on tongues sharp with dust<br />
our demons breathe rust<br />
expectations brambled brier<br />
thru iced windows glaze</div>
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deer come to graze </div>
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as</div>
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we surrender our bricked-up desire </div>
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patchouli room </div>
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'neath silvered frost moon<br />
trust tumbles & falls to bed </div>
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fear slips to the side </div>
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solace abides<br />
the potion was ours for the taking</div>
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golden day dawns<br />
intimacy bonds<br />
pine wraps around crisp bones<br />
stolen locket of time<br />
partings solitary rhymes<br />
with words </div>
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sooziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10924347855188992884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405450544854830411.post-62192689631307176032023-11-14T05:53:00.000-06:002023-11-14T05:53:57.825-06:00November 14th <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
the morning leans open<br />
mild as an April<br />
yet here we sit in mid-November<br />
it should be brisk--snap--brittle--chill<br />
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but it is this<br />
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this portal of spring stranded against the softest blue blue sky<br />
pressed between the panes of summer & frost<br />
forty-eight degrees and rising<br />
riding<br />
a rolling south breeze teasing leaves golden brown<br />
everything is a golden brown ... amber hued<br />
<i>this</i><br />
the blue jay circling the hackberry tree knows the truth<br />
knows the magic of this brilliant morning<br />
who knew there could be this shade of blue<br />
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mild as an April<br />
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sooziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10924347855188992884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405450544854830411.post-72874027756411351932023-11-14T05:52:00.000-06:002023-11-14T05:52:01.550-06:00full <div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">corona full <br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">linen-stardust lined life <br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">still <br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I find you </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">in the scent of seasons <br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">amidst the change of colors</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">of wind ... and time <br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">in the luster of these hazy red-leaf'd days </span></div><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">poo</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">ls of light </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">lie amidst the blue </span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">tangled in autumn's fire </span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">are we captor or captive?</span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">isolated upon the hour hand </span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">i know nothing of how we got here </span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">except </span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">here is this </span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">season of us </span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">pressed into surrender by hourglass rides & fast cars</span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">again & again we return to wonder </span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">return to the pools</span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">of a crisp blue morning </span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">tethered to stars </span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"><br /></p>sooziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10924347855188992884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405450544854830411.post-44370671438660359432023-11-06T17:36:00.000-06:002023-11-06T17:36:01.396-06:00illumination<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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You steal beside me like an ochre whisper <br />
phantom presence <br />
softly erasing all negative space <br />
blooming into darkness & the quiet burn of a million stars <br />
"Make a strong line, don't sketch it out - be sure when you draw"</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> you once told me<br />
Be sure <br />
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Held</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> with a kiss that carries the weight & spin of this blue rock<br />exquisite<br />containing the 1949 worlds fair</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">the soundtrack to fantasia <br />
& maybe the partridge family <br />
ruby-throated hummingbirds land on my tongue & travel thru my soul <br />
stealing all measure of hurt<br />
weaving a patch of feathers</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">words & succulence over all wounds<br />
skin is diffused & forgiven---effervescent<br />
inconsequential to the heart of the matter<br />
celebrated by the sureness of snow as it lies on my lips<br />
direct & boldly waiting for the sureness of the melt<br />
boreal & piercing<br />
and sure </div>
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thinking on the tumult of things ---<br />
of wind & water rising<br />
ripping at the ordinary<br />
with flesh & spirit comprising<br />
how do we find the moon-float<br />
to forgive the gale its course<br />
to part the sorrow from the sojourn<br />
to quell the typhoon force<br />
does the mud dream of purpose & green<br />
do the waters still in regret <br />
is courage tapped in the reach to care<br />
as tropic day falls to sol's set<br />
thinking </div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> on the tumult of things<br />
of wind & waters calm<br />
finding the strength to hold & lean<br />
as the weight becomes the psalm<br />
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