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Apophenia and creativity in poetry. Mdash; 14 Comments. June 5, 2016. Prometheus by Nicolas-Sébastien Adam, 1762 (Louvre) – Public Domain. Soliloquy in a minor key. Contortion of the plot. He shouts defense of natural law. Impulses of his sexual proclivities. Mistaking law for justice. The tragic Titan fallout. Of an autoerotic tryst. The title is from Goethe’s Prometheus: ‘Here sit I, forming mortals’. Mdash; 9 Comments. April 1, 2016. Frankenthaler pours mountains and sea. Of yet unknowable heights.
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The Cosmic Word Laboratory : May 2015
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The Cosmic Word Laboratory. Wednesday, May 27, 2015. How Can I Get to Where You Are? I glided on a car made of skateboard wheels and twine. Street lights twinkle like faraway stars,. But the road below me shone black as an underground pool. Passing lights overwhelmed my sight. And the black of the road left me blind. I reached out for the painted lines that curved and swayed the road. I could only trust my fingertips to steady me on this sooty path. Gravity pulled me toward my destination. Yes, to be sure.
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The Cosmic Word Laboratory : Kristine
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The Cosmic Word Laboratory. Friday, May 22, 2015. Her curls blend with the swirls of the sea. Eddies swish 'round the pedestal. The tides call her home. But down flutters o'er her heart. As her fingers stretch to feel. The tickling of the breeze. Feathers sprout, wings unfurl, she rises. She rises with a cry, bright thing. A sail from a distant vessel waves her farewell. May 26, 2015 at 8:55 AM. May 26, 2015 at 8:56 AM. Feels as if she has given up her body and as a soul merges in the sea. Wow, gorgeous ...
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What will it take? | THOTPURGE
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What will it take? January 7, 2017. How much of you am I, my country. How much of me are you,. Let’s begin here, as I hold you,. While you don’t even know my name,. While I stand in this ticket line, far away,. In the travelling froth of backpackers and high heeled shoes,. Waiting to see another palace, another castle,. The last euros clutched in my hand,. The dust of five thousand years in my back pocket;. By the Avon, past the Dolomites,. In the back streets of strange capitals,. On the Nile embankment,.
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The Cosmic Word Laboratory : May 2014
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The Cosmic Word Laboratory. Friday, May 9, 2014. I Grow my Own Fruit. No one teaches me. That stumble is knowledge. This cut is wisdom. I took the poison and spit out light. There is so much fullness. I cup my hands over my swelling heart. There are ropes threading through me,. Around me, the center of my beauty cinched. To contain the swarm of chaos color. I cup the fruit in my hands. I bite into the heart. This is the antidote. And a thousand tiny whispers inside. I know my own mind. Lace on the Altar.
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Apophenia and creativity in poetry. Mdash; Leave a comment. April 3, 2016. Symphonic assault on propriety. A woman’s wit, most treacherous. Deadlier yet if coupled with robust. Appetite for passion flashed like an. Overwrought Paganini violin concerto. Taught me to be tame, well cared for. I danced Purcell’s Abdelazer Rondeau. Hid all my wildness better than she,. So he sheltered me for a price. No overflow of joy in living. Tethered tightly in the mind. Freedom in life is terror. Anyone can wind me up.
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The Zen Of Motherhood: Modern Art?
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Saturday, August 8, 2015. Saturday, August 08, 2015. Cute shot of the goose. August 8, 2015 at 7:26:00 AM CDT. August 8, 2015 at 8:01:00 AM CDT. Yogi♪♪♪. Geese are walking pieces of art. Just ask them. August 8, 2015 at 9:59:00 AM CDT. Yep, I agree with Yogi, gee4se are walking pieces of art indeed and you dont even have to ask them - theyll show you! August 8, 2015 at 10:37:00 AM CDT. One big rubber neck. August 8, 2015 at 10:52:00 AM CDT. No Iv got an itch! Have a wonderful weekend. The Zen of Motherho...
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Skylover: August 2014
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A Collection of Poetry. But i imagine that yes is. The only living thing) and we'll make yes. No posts. Show all posts. No posts. Show all posts. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I have fallen in love with the sky And made a secret pact with the moon, I lift my face for the wind’s kiss And fall asleep to the sea’s tune. I write love-letters to the stars And caress the tallest tree, I embrace bright shafts of sunlight And love the rain that falls on me. Interview at Poets United. With Sherry Blue Sky. All text...
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The Cosmic Word Laboratory : March 2014
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The Cosmic Word Laboratory. Monday, March 24, 2014. I spit out the bulb of my voice. And it grew to a flower. A daffodil streaked with Blues. With leaves like piano keys. I spit out my voice. And it grew to a huge thing. A birth like Athena. But from my throat. Is a wave of sound,. Pealing like a bell. I thought the bulb was withered. Being flung at death. And galloping over coffins. But it's arching toward the Spring. Friday, March 14, 2014. I'm nobody. Who are you? Are you - Nobody - too? Up in the sky,.
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The Cosmic Word Laboratory : June 2014
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The Cosmic Word Laboratory. Friday, June 20, 2014. From this dirty garage to. Fields with low-flung fog. My back aches anyway. Might as well be slogging. Through a rice paddy. I could wear the wide straw hat. She could lug my purse,. Filled with lipstick and Legos, around. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I am here to celebrate words. I love poetry and poetry about poetry. I am in the (bad? View my complete profile. Magpie Tales poetry prompts. I am one small speck, but aren't we all?
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