which colors obtain
grueling portraitures of pain
black on purple serves
agonized canvasses well
slashing eyes with sharp edges
(originally posted December 2013)
which colors obtain
grueling portraitures of pain
black on purple serves
agonized canvasses well
slashing eyes with sharp edges
(originally posted December 2013)
Writer Lynne Sargent
Poetry Puttering by Pax & Company
Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
"drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski
no dust here
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
flights of fancy from New Zealand
You're never alone, if you've something to share
All you touch and all you see / is all your life will ever be
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
rejuvenatement - not retirement
Ooooh, yes.
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appreciate that
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Really nice, you are on form.
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thanks kindly, tim
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An intense aesthetic and aristic response!
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that means a lot to me coming from an artistic soul like you
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Thank you but you are an intensely artistic soul yourself, painting with words!
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Your words and the painting totally compliment each other; another fine piece.
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I thank you most kindly
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Do you know I spent a good few hours in the new Turner Contemporary Gallery in Margate this morning and over lunch and felt a Philistine. Thank goodness I came home to read these 19 words that paint a better picture than any (including some Turner’s I’m guessing no one else wanted) of those I ‘looked’ at there.
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I well know that feeling – having often been “lost” in the face of some art
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Your poetry is so powerful!
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I find that comment an inspiration
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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I love the grungy impact
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much appreciated, Rosh
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Oh my, that’s good–both the poem and the art.
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thanks dearly, Figgy
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Nice and short.
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it is the tanka form
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Your words perfectly described the poignantly beautiful painting ❤ Well penned, as always 🙂
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you are most kind to say so, Nicole – thank you
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WOWWWWWWWWW
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big smile here
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Good–now I’ll make you a turkey sandwich!
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a little mayo please…
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Just a little? Not slathered on? I also have horseradish cheddar cheese, and my very fave–smoked gouda. And we have sweet onion bagels on offer (or sourdough rye bread, very nice)–no lettuce or other green stuff…
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“Slashing eyes with sharp edges.”
What a powerful picture.
Great work again.
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at thanks
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