Mad for the Moon
Singleton Hippie Art
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Sock footed in his five o'clock shadow,
I watch him sleeping...
skinny arms and legs,
tangled up like Macrame' knots
on the hand~me~down couch...
And I'm wide awake,
twisting my hair in curley-ques,
whisper dancing in the kitchen...
The night is upside down
and
the clocks are inside out...
We're Opposites...
And I'm mad about him...."
Words and Hippie Artwork (c) Singleton 2010
Acrylic, watercolors, sharpies, an old comic and some modge podge on Feel-the-love Friday
love it wish I had some extra cash ..someday ..
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, I came via Skinny's.. I'm on a search for her and found this beauty..... I hope she's ok, I'm her South African friend
ReplyDeleteYour poem makes me smile.
ReplyDeleteYour poems always make me smile.
You are a wonderful poet.
You are a wonderful poem.
And in the pictures,
I always see you
with that neon
peace and love smile
the rhyme and the reason
all on one face...
and
on another
peace at ya my friend. Your art lives and breathes and does cartwheels like a green aurora dancing in the northern night.
My friend, my wonderful friend...
ReplyDeleteToday
I walked down
to Yamba Beach
My heart
Still bloodied
and wincing after
the thorny cadences
of yesterdays song
Unexpected, unavailled,
There
suddenly came
a yellow sun riding softly across blue sky shoulders
By the rocks
gangly surfers laughed through tangled hair and unchained eyes
at the foaming waves mounting before them
And I felt myself
letting go
of more than the
breath that
was still to
be exhaled
At the bottom
of the sandy staircase
I glanced at my shoulder
and there was
a purple eyed
butterfly
whispering...
Could it be
The dawn
is breaking.
Sending love, M
OMG...
ReplyDeleteWhere have I been?
Floating,
running,
climbing.....
Much Peace and Love to you all, sweet friends!
Ibeati...
Someday when I get my act together, I'm gonna bop your mailbox with peace and love...until then just know I mean it:)
Souldose...
She's doing good:) And I know of you, sweet child, from her....Life is a little carnival now....And we've both been on ricky ticky crazy roller coaster tracks...Waving and yelling, but maybe above the noise, and the dirt, and the lights, no one knows...She'll be back:)
Eric...
ReplyDeleteLOL! Ahhhh, always wonderful! A little Jimi Hendrix Butterfly that lights in my path when I least expect it!
Best wishes my friend...I hear youre home again!
And I hear your words...
Music!
And the sounds of bottles clinkin' in the wind!
My sweet friend Maithri...
ReplyDeleteYou must know...
how many times your name is said...
whispered...
remembered
in this place we call our circle...
I can't begin to tell you.
but know I don't need to...
That is the legend of butterflies...
woza moya....
And much peace~love
to you, my friend.