Glass Soul(c) Singleton 2007
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She rose
and
came
spillowing back
in smoke rings
and butterfly trails
the sounds of
bottles clinking
water
splashed
wine uncorked.
And he knew
her instantly,
Her voice
a blues harp in the wind,
beckoning
reckoning
tugging on
his 9 to 5
whispering
in barely breaths
on his night time
dreamless neck.
And he knew
she knew.....
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14 comments:
wow! You always leave me speechless...
Felt the need to breathe in your passionate peace today,
Love, Maithri.
beautiful, oh beautiful!
Maithri.....
While the world around me was whipping up mashed potatoes and smoking Turkeys, flipping cornbread and baking cobbler pies....
I spent the morning lost in color,
our Thanksgiving,
a day of peace....
of quietude...
and thankfulness....
And today, is Black Friday, the day the world goes mad, racing, lining up, shoving, shopping, greedily gobbling up carts and bags of Nothing. I wish for just one moment, today, they would all remember what they were thankful for yesterday, and just stay at home and bask in that.....
Peace, it's free.....
And that's a passion we share, sweet friend......
Wishing you all that and more
Deli.....
Thank you so much. I'm so glad this is a long week-end here and I can travel, too....follow your words to your world......
Peace~love, my friends
That's Janice, without a doubt.
I know a friend who would love this one.
"Freedom is just another word
for nothing left to lose."
Freedom to climb that mountain,
until the mountain is no more
Freedom to ride the blue tides,
until the blue tides are no more
Freedom to make love to beauty,
until beauty itself is no more
Freedom to do all these things,
until freedom itself is no more
And I am just a cloudy dream
you are just a wisp of smoke
I breathe you in, deep, deeper
and you fill my lungs with soul
my heart with passionate words
my memory with your vivid images
We will blend together into a
hazy panorama on your blank page
and chase each other's naked soul
around a bonfire, through the night
Freedom's a whisper away in the dark
freedom is right here with us
lets take it's hand and run
until we catch up with the sun.
This is nice, love the words and the artwork
Eric....
the sun is dangling
on a bungi string
a "come little, kitty"
toy
just out of reach
out of grasping
lunging
chasing
space.....
but we go there anyway
laughing at the heat
and the impromptu crowd
cheering us on,
the five o'clock news
waiting for the touch
the burn
the scorch
and now we're on top
barefooted and silly
and immune to her
scaldings
her rantings
her digital rays
because
we're fearless...
and fools
and it looked like as good a dance floor as any.....
Clink!
lyrically.....I'm so glad Deli led you here, I skipped over stones and fell in love with your Carnival Girl!
You rock sweetie!
Thank you Singleton, I am in awe with your blog...you're keeping me inspired when turn on the computer in the a.m. I've added you to my blog list of favorites :) hope you don't mind
lyrically....Sweetie, I feel like I've found a sister! Your words
are like
rain
sudden Christmas tinsel
lights on the sea
and your artwork rocks!
As soon as I have time back to myself I'm probably gonna crawl all of your pages, soaking up the poetry, the color, the archives and btw, I linked you right off the bat! And I'm gonna add it to hippieparade and butterflybar, ta!dah! (hope you don't mind!)
peace~love
Too bad this is sold...I love Janice.
No....And so do I! Turn her on, blast it loud! Sing along.....
"A little piece of my heart".....
This little one's going to a great home in California.....And I so know she's gonna be loved!
peace~love
I'm glad Janice will be loved...she deserves it!
Thanks sweetie, She's gonna love the girls out there.....on her way now!
just browsing again, and just feel how your words here echoes the feelings im having lately
~Li
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