basho42.blogspot.com
Continuous Discoveries: Redistribution of Memory
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Documenting the inner and outer landscapes of my worlds with images and words. Santa Fe, New Mexico, United States. View my complete profile. Tuesday, December 3, 2013. In the warmth of amniotic reverie, in trusted darkness, lessons were chosen. An unbreakable thread linking decades of moment’s unconscious;. Chance, destiny, fate-. Did you ask, did I give permission? There are lips and mouths and hands, there is separation frozen in expression. Chemistry blackens time; laughter, mockery-. And now, beauty,.
colinmorgan2.blogspot.com
A Warrington Poet
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Tuesday, 26 November 2013. I took my love for you and drowned it like a kitten. But I will still talk to you now and then. As the body rots inside, only the soft fur is left. But I remember that look from those eyes;. The irretrievable flicker of life is remembered. But lost in the tight mouth and eyes of death. Can we expect civility when cymbals crash in mind? Why split open the wound sewn so tight? When might a relaxed air rest between us? How long can the anguish crush each move? 26 November 2013 at ...
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A Warrington Poet
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Monday, 2 December 2013. Once upon a long year, until it was begun,. A silence blankly reigned, we were devoid of fun. And never did we realise, time was slipping by. As the TV yipped along, sapping all our sighs. Then out from a corner, stepped a mystic beast,. Bowing but not smiling, with an invite to a feast. Out into the night we flew, with all the lights a blur,. Eyes glistening with fear, on the beast with golden fur. To a lazy mirror lake, where we set down on a boat,. Then began our third flight,...
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Shadow Play | The voice of collaborative poetry
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The voice of collaborative poetry. We speak with one voice. January 31, 2015. By Björn Rudberg (brudberg). I stand, feeling I am about to be spilled to the floor. Until you touch me and I am sure. As a moment exists, that moment can just disappear. And its shadow may last forever. Sometimes the best things barely last at all. As we change without knowing we are better. My yearning for you seems to have lasted forever. And now to be realised, it leaves me aquiver. For the frisson to turn me molten inside.
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Politics | bluebellina
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July 18, 2015. Fields of yellow husks. Remains of people lost in mind. They burn under a hot hot sun. Wave forlornly in the slight breeze. Giants blowing kisses on the run. Pacing left in seven league boots. Over mountains and then the plains. They trample down the right. Crush underfoot their stolen views. Without a whimper or a fight. Fossilised remains of those. Sneak over bridges underground. We’ll never ever understand. As they set fire to the fields. How they can hate their fellow man. Where genero...
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My Unwelcome Stranger: Saturday 7 December 2013
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Page contains the latest medical updates. If you're wondering how I'm going as far as health is concerned, this is the place to start. Latest: Wed 27 Nov 2013. 7.20AM. 10057;❉❉ WHAT'S NEW ❉❉❉. 10057;❉❉ HOME ❉❉❉. 10057;❉❉ STORIES FROM MY PAST ❉❉❉. 10057;❉❉ TWITTER: @deniswright. 10057;❉❉. Saturday, December 7, 2013. Saturday 7 December 2013. It has been a very hard, but special day. Today I said goodbye to my beloved Denis. He died at 5.10pm tonight. Peacefully, without fanfare, just as he lived. I know y...
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Craft Dreams | The voice of collaborative poetry
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The voice of collaborative poetry. We speak with one voice. March 26, 2015. By Björn Rudberg (brudberg). It was either ascend by metaphors or go under a plain life. Sink, immerse, suffocate and drown in gyring commonalities. Or so she presumed back then, persuaded as she floated,. Drifted and slided on tropes, and her own buoying youth. On a neap tide she rose and with the spring thaw. The flood waters gushed and rivulets carved. Inscriptions on mountainsides. There she found herself,. And leeward leans,...
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bluebellina | Words | Page 2
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October 28, 2016. It is with heavy heart I write to tell you of the death of our beloved friend and benefactor James Modesto. It seems he had a heart attack shortly after my visit on Tuesday. After the funeral and the reading of the will I do believe it will not be long before I join you in Argentina where we may purchase the horse stud you are so keen on. Oh, and while I remember, thank you so much for the book on unidentifiable poisons you sent me. It came in handy. October 28, 2016. I dream of passion.
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Fragility | bluebellina
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July 12, 2015. Sketch by Terry Whidborne. To be made of silver filigree. Looping patterns from her mind. Leak out onto her skin. The world sees her madness. And the fragile butterflies of sanity. Fluttering around in tormented blue. 2 thoughts on “ Fragility. July 13, 2015 at 5:02 pm. A delicate poem paired with a delicate picture. Thank you. Nicky 🙂. July 18, 2015 at 5:25 pm. Thanks Nicky. I couldn’t have trampled over such a delicate picture with my big boots now could I? Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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