Sunset

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I lower the tea bag,

a chamomile-orange,

in the hot water…

The sun’s slowly sinking

in the black sea…

We descend in unknown,

into acrid basement

of consciousness,

where old spirit dwells,

awaiting us for merci

on the edge of life,

sewing the seam

behind the needle

we blueprinted our path

recovering after encounters,

walk thru quarantines

of forgiveness -

face dramatic farce…

The sun’s slowly sinking

in the black sea…

I lower the tea bag,

a chamomile-orange,

in the hot water…

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The hint

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My Master?  Disappeared.

Left Open Windows

Commanded: Serve!

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Fit in

Is there real difference between a cat

sitting on the branch of tree under the sky

and – under the grand piano cover?

To fit in the corner of the world, big or small

surrounded by strings, hummers and the soul

waiting for sounds, when the hummer moves

to hit the spot…

What can the cat channel, chewing on wooden peg?

A pitch becomes new mantra- even beasty cancer receding…

The music – only? thing the cat cheats on humans,-

talking of unspeakable turbulent emotions’ release.

 by Brenda Warren

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Wreathing

Imaginary garden with real toads by Marian

W is for wasted time/double work

if you doubted a worth of words.

W is for weather - under its sticky blanket

sneak to pretend: you - out of world.

W is for who we worship, amazed by

whimsical wisdom of ‘wizard’.

W is for “whew”, when the poem’s completed

whether or not I used wherewithal.

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Versatility

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This viscous thought

I roll in the hollow structure

tending to let it out,

instead – murmur and groan

moving to howl.

The muscular hydrostat

on the floors

test/taste the offering

even not material,-

visualized once.

Is it edible? Aligned with

papillae/buds?

The nerves & blood vessels

supply the answers.

Sensitive, it keeps moist,

articulates the needs;

adept, it knows

how to manipulate

for mastication

and when to spit.

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Arms

Photo by Lolamouse, Imaginary garden with real toads

You've granted me

with so many arms

handy to use

for chores

to caress

Raising to vote

for better choice

laying to calm

the growing stress

Sometimes they meet:

the right scrabbles the left

in shame

Hands shaking – the best

for reaching consensus

they aim…

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Rocking chance

Art by Kathryn Stotter

I open my hands

to embrace

the rocking chance

playing, swaying

teasing thru bones

clearing

-sharp aches-

the creative mess

flowing in the water

I stand above

on my limbs/bridge

twice

a chance may come

but – over time

stolen years smile

sinking in the ground

thru the roots

let them go

all trees show

the way to heaven

we were called Home.

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Rejoice!

Finland, 1968, photo by George F. Mobley 

 “Change: it’s inside job.”

Maria De Simone,

astrologer

We’ve started in groups

tribes couples

or single

Balloons – 5 or 6

for parade

celebrate

Swords pointed up

to delay the departure

we mingle

White/green grass/birch

warm coats

white hats.

The April in Finland?

The Earth Day?

The Easter?

The tips of the shoes

ahead of

the shades.

The hearts climb up high

to correct

a destination

We choose to avoid

being poked by

the chance.

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Shades of rain

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The yel-low was yel-low

until the shades of rain

fell pat/pet-al of them

brrr…own

pestle, stamens, petals

leaves

twilight memory…

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Lucid gleams

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Bathing in full moon

leaned as if a mom

to the cradle of Earth

swaying, singing

the lullaby of endurance

picture the fairy tales

to forget the pain

to indulge in the contours

and marks

tracing the haze

sliding over the olive skin

charcoal arms

mannered (la-di-da)

threaten, embraced,

inviting…

the kaleidoscope

of emotions

‘show and tell’

which one you choose?

Not porcelain, real!

The King of Cats, 1935, Balthus 

I sense the smile in the air

I swear it’s here

with chant: ‘every day

in every way I get better

and better’

in limbo turns weightless

it freely surrounds

not to offend

never gaudy, it paints

self portrait

briefly on papers

out of shape

my wrists still bend

outstretched

to grip for the whip

to strain the will, but

submissively tumble

when see it's flying

all arguments are fading

in the moonlit strut.

                                                                                  

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Watermelon eyes

Kid's Art from Margaret at Imaginary garden

I remember those days

when mom would buy

a red ripe watermelon

tested as appropriate

for sonorous sound

clapped incentively

at its zebra butt

we, kids could receive

the couple of crusts

strictly alerted

to eat only red part

the rest – leave for pigs

and use the knives

to avoid the perleches.

I could follow

watermelon sweet juice

the whole day…

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Struts

Photo: Rob Neizen

1.    Path

Not choosing the path

at the beginning

naked, helpless,

we get tattooed

by culture

giving away

the power

until maturity time.

2.    Pores

I’ll come to my path

destination

through pores

humidity channels

wrapping

in ancient gaze

absorbed the fresh

crystal water.

3.    Fears

Still keep looking back

expecting a regular hint

from someone

who’d shoulder my burden…

Rely on thyself –

no windows

auditorium

where I’m feeling high

so powerful!

my world looks in me

to collect the stars…

New project

photo by Kelsey Hannah 

Was she projected by some crazy fantasy?

Did she feel as a toy in the hands of a fortune?

The rejection has grown up, become a ripe to push her to stand tall!

The hand groped the glass wall…

Was it easy to brake it?

She felt the warmth in her palms… from other side ‘they’ have silently requested help.

Unit of whole

'Girl on a swing' by V. Ruppert

The girl was swinging back and forth, back and forth…

as no barrier – the fence on the way.

Flying above the neighbor yard she had noticed a peacock

with pleated tail (accordion style).

The bird suspended for sec, unzipping the tail in deep reverence, and its waterfall of diamond eyes has dazzled the girl!

She moved the body awkwardly, lost a power…

The tough strap saved the life.

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Comprehension

Art by Azam Atakhanov 2005

The Artist painted on canvas

the texture tiles are  bright and dark

so vibrant from the trees to women

ripe for the season/ working in the yard.

The souls of trees become the women’s

amazed by shiny curves of twigs

so weighted down by crimson apples

with human hearts and evil tweak.

The soul of watch-man long been swamped

awakes, amused by twinkling light,

reflected on the robes and kerchiefs

provoking tender senses’ flight.

Before decomposing

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“Yes, I use sticks to scratch words”

                                                 E. Rinaldi

Spring pierces the veins, vessels,

I quit walking, pronk up vile pit.

This transfusion takes all

the words I’ve absorbed

before decomposing will glee.

I scratch the fonts of letters

to give the different shades

to my thoughts.

The approach – diverse one,

using a half-known media,

fresh air – few words,

my muse paused,

and the process reverts.

Inhale the wisdom

of blind gaunt syllable,

I step every day in

a hue of the pace,

grasping  the blessing

of all pitfalls,

the facsimile of

poetic face.

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Transparent drops

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Rain-snow - sleet, eyes-squeezed

illusive,  surreal days

here and now,

close and far away,

skills – manipulative

deja vu - ing from

the gutter in melted

winter-water memory

hold

warm clothes’ survey

serving the shivering souls

O, herb dried ekibany!

narrow brooks

have broke thru the skin

near distant well

of healing moister,

and if I peacefully evaporate

who will notice the loss…

the tears return

the silver escort

of singular cloud

reminds the effort…