THE HOUSEKEEPEROutsider Hippie Woman Art
(c) Singleton 2007
She watches you
....with giant helicopter eyes
Tidy
little package,
secret little life..
neatly folded
laundry....
She dances
under the clothesline....
Between the billowing sheets...
And steals you blind......
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17 comments:
Spooky one. I like it, but it's a spooky one.
Lindy...yeah, that happens every once in a while.....
:) peace
Evocative. I think this poem is amazing. It could work alone. Having beauty like this to inspire you is so priceless!
eric...she does work alone. Rummaging through the drawers, sorting all the socks....
Your poetry is awesome, hope it's ok I snuck in through the back door....
I'm undone.....
thanks right back at you from an insomniac poet in Detroit.
we're all insomniacs!
Then I've found my people.
WooHoo!
Blow the trumpets of the lord for today the prodigal son finds that his home is a rambler's shoes.
Eeeek - so much talent wrapped in blood and bone - it must have distilled down the generations, a magic potency that ignites your soul.. (and I'm bloody jealous!)
eric...or your people have found you..... "build a field and they will come".....
shrink....you, my girl, the keeper of words, teller of truths, are the one that drinks of the magic potient and ignites the pages with soul! Over and over again....
...the seven is sown in, being sowed, being tied, connected to, attached, strings, aprons, mothers love...my 15 seconds of free association.
beerspit....you're on it, baby.....
Wow, what a scary drawing, but it works because it makes me feel something in my gut. Lots of emotion in that drawing. Coooool.
Anne....sorry to spook you girl!
But alas, even hippies can't be peace-n-love all the time.......
however,
peace~love to you my friend
...LOOKS LIKE ME WHEN IM UP LATE LATE LATE! ODE' TO ANOTHER INSOMNIAC... THEN AGAIN SHE COULD BE TWEEKIN' AS ALWAYS YOU SO ROCKED THIS DRAWING SAS' WHEN DOES SHE GO UP FOR BIDS? HA HA LOL...SHE'S A DOLL! LOVE THE COLORS~ YOUR WORDS & ART WORK AS ALWAYS ARE SPECIAL TO ME... CAN'T SHAKE YOU CHIC' i ALWAYS GOTTA LOOK FOR THE YELLOW BUTTERFLY... SHE PEAKS MY INTEREST~ LOTSA CREATIVE JUICES GOING ON HERE... WHAT AN IMAGINATION! BETCHA YOUR SOOO FUN TO PARTY WITH~'DRINKIN'DANCING'LOVING LIFE & ALL OF MOTHEREARTHS GIFTS... DOING WHAT EVER US HIPPIE CHICS DO~
Ahh, sweet Christine...
Missed you girl! We hippie chics are floating in a sea of change at the moment....
And it's all good,
in the end,
peace wins!
Until then, there's Michelob and music, really really loud, a new pair of hand-me-down levi's and Fridays, thank God for Fridays!
We are sitting yoga style on shipping, selling, posting....Just can't do business while we're doing souls....
But The crayons are on the table next to the ashtray, And the colors still flow....
You'll be the first to know when we're up an at 'em again, sweet girl! Hugs to Ariel!
Yes I did find my people. So sweet, so right.
And how much has changed in these last few months. Your art has inspired me in ways I could not have known, yet somehow, I did know. Even then. I knew that I'd found a friend for all eternity.
What a trip this has been. A discovery a day, a sweet whispered verse a night. And the light and shade of our words make the night and day pale like cliched compaisons.
So beautiful. You rock, Singleton. You've brought more passion to my life than you could know.
but somehow, you do know.
I know
you know
knowknowknowknowknowknowknow...
Eric....youknowiknowyouknowiknowyouknow.....the golden thread....
Clink! My friend to endless words and stories with no beginnings and perfect never endings, to butterflies and passing by's, to treehouses, porches, and bars with walls built for two.....Scribble on, sweet friend, scribble on...
peace~love prophetic poet
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