Sunday, April 27, 2008

You saw the yellow butterfly, didn't you? , Singleton 2008 outsider hippie art

You saw the yellow butterfly, didn't you?
(c) Singleton 2008








"I've never noticed them before"
you said....
Sunday walking,
drenched in daybeers
looking at your feet,
stumbling on your words,
counting cracks that might
break your Mother's back.....

"They're everywhere"
you whispered....
on borrowed minutes,
sneak peeking backwards,
crawling in between
the sheets of
then,
long arms and
legs
stretching
reaching

"Peace~love"
we babbled
simultaneously
knocking the words right
out of each other
over each other
before hanging
up
a lifetime later....

And I knew....
you knew.....

16 comments:

WILSONART said...

Day beers really are different than night beers, aren't they?
Without the music, the dancing,,,I always thought them kind of sad beers.

That is one gorgeous peace symbol Girl!

singleton said...

Babs....
You are so intuitive....it's almost eery...
those day beers were heartwrenching....
but we had many
that were
a day at the fair....
And so we were blessed....

Funny about this peace symbol....
Skinny posted it first and I
was drawn to it,
familiar but couldn't place my finger on it....
Knew somehow it came from my crayons,
my soul....
but couldn't remember drawing it....
thought, maybe Skinny had clipped it from another drawing, a tiny part of something bigger....
and she laughed and said
i sent it to her....
Just sent it to her....
so i plundered through the stack
of colors piled on the desk
and said
No, no, no.....
It's not here,
I don't remember drawing it....

And then...
of course it was.....
here,
in my hands,
and
I knew.....

Peace~love sweet friend

Maithri said...

This is so so so so beautiful my friend,

The painting resonates deeply in my soul...

And your words...

Let me just say....

That on a night like today...

When Its 7pm and I've been here since 6 in the mornin...

And im busy checkin potassiums
and the size of peoples pupils
and listenin to muffled heartbeats
through borrowed ears...

Its then...

when your words
resound
within me the most

Give me peace
Help me exhale

Take me flyin
just for one sparkling moment

with the yellow butterflies,

I love you,

M

i beati said...

Freedom peace flutterby how !! adore this sandy

singleton said...

Oh Maithri.....
Sweet friend....
Wishing you peace
peeking from a blue window....
through laughter trinklin' down a hallway....
faceless and nameless,
but sudden windchimes in the stillness.....
in the first breath
of outside air...
free....
and delicious....
Sending you
the butterfly,
my friend....

Ibeati....
She flutters....
dances....
fleeting moments
we have to chase...
and
cherish....

Peace~love my friends

skinnylittleblonde said...

Lol...you are my hippie sister! Dad-gum hippie chic forgettin' what she's done! Lol!
The yellow butterfly, the peace sign, the things that represent our yesterdays, todays and tomorrows... flighty, fleeting moments of peace.

singleton said...

skinny....LOL! "Fugue..." Isn't that what they call it? ILYSVVM! And yes, it's everything.....in our world......

eric1313 said...

We knew...

and that was enough

so the next step will be
onto the enldless expanse of clouds
below

Are you ready~
and if so
can you tell me if I am?

Is it too late?

Because
if we are falling,
the only bad part
is when we hit the ground

The rest is like diving

all faith
and only sometimes
a pinch of fear
of what the top looks like
staring up from beneath
the clouds
when the rain falls down
with us on our way

We know.

We know
that the dice throw
might be good

We know
that if we're lucky
everything will be all sailing
and never a toe will touch
the earth ever again

we know it's worth
the chance

eric1313 said...

I look at this drawing and these words and revel in you as a creator.

That's what it's always been about. It's always halped inspire me in a profound way. I wonder at how crazy my life has got, but moments like this, that I can write and let go and create once more from a friends inspiration tell me to hang on. You have a gift and it's been so wonderful to share it with another person like we have so often done...

the highwire~
no net
no camera
just words
and some paint
in this neon dreamscape window

I see her eyes
they grab me on first sight
and don't let go until I am consumed
taking them in
like they live
and breathe
and dance
and fly

because they do live
breathe
dance
and fly

The highwire is their home

the sky is their bedroom

the sun is their lamp
the moon is their
blue fairy godmother

And you know what?

Somehow

They even taught me
how to fly

But they tell me
I already knew how
and crashing
is a due you pay before
the heights hold you up
on their windblown kisses

Maithri said...

There are
heavy days my friend

when obligations and
agendas
intertwine
like serpents

When the window pane
cracks from
the
Force
of selfish winds

And shoulders
grow heavy with
uncried tears

On those weary
days

Like today

I close my
eyes

and
breathe

breathe from
my centre

from the
seat of my
soul

and ask
the naked hands of
life

to take
that
stifled
breath

and let it grow

till it
expands within
the caverns of
my aching mind to

bring back
light,
poise,
softness,

winged peace

And
somehow

in the
Breathing

in the
asking
for an answer

lives my
redemption...

And i remember
what it means
to pray

My deep love to you, M

singleton said...

Eric....

mardi gras beads
red,gold, blue
and emerald green
filled with stories
wanton words
and upside down endings
from the sky,

jeweled rain....

Sing on my friend,
say the words, tell the stories,
light the campfire
for the circle!

Maithri....
yes,
these are heavy days,
my friend,
a woolen blanket, wet,
a thousand pounds of
cant~take~another~step,
and then....
a sunrise...
And even if
it's the same
old over and over again,
no happy endings yet,
we believe....

Much love my friends
and sun....
She heals....
She nods....
And like us,
raises her head every new morning
and goes on....
because she believes.....

Peace~love
May the circle be unbroken

Maithri said...

My friend,

When I'm comin in to work,
On a winter mornings
grey horizon

I often see them...

The hot air
balloons,

There's always one
which catches my
eye

distracts me
from the road

makes my heart
smile

Its the one which
stands out
in the middle
of all the bland
ones

Its the canary
coloured one

A yellow flower
with a heart of
fire

And on its
warm back
is drawn

a huge
red
Peace sign

adorned round its
edges
with little
red
wild flowers

And beneath
this
art work

is the poem

the one word
song

that ignites
the grey dawn
and weary eyes
into flame

"Love"

And whenever
I see
it

Like i did today

I think of
you

and all
the yellow butterflies

burning grey skies
into
landscapes of
hope

With all my love,
and wings of peace,

M

singleton said...

Sweet Maithri...
I don't know how this escaped me,
a helium balloon set free,
but now,
today,
eyes weary,
threadbare and flat~tired,
I found these words....
saw the peace sign floating,
watched it dip and dive,
hide behind the clouds,
play peek~a~boo in traffic...

And I thank you!

JSYK....it means the world to me

Anonymous said...

Ya know, The Monarch Butterfly is the state insect in West Virginia. They are everywhere. Saw one flying around in front of the Gun store Today.

singleton said...

Thats what they do.... flit in and out of the darndest places.... Do they sell peace signs there?

peace~love
Butterflies and parking lots are free.....

singleton said...

Off to the world where butterflies were born!