Has anyone seen My Aura?
Singleton Hippie Art (c) 2010
Self portrait of this hippie on an Empty Day
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Sirens wailing slowly,
into the wind
like lazy smoke...
the sounds of the beginning
or
Very End
of a parade....
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I sit like an old woman
crouched on the edge of the sidewalk
and pretend I'm watching the colors,
the hope floats,
the baby ballerinas,
the scary Boo-Ya! clowns
pass by.
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Candies land at my feet,
Snap! Pop!
Tiny little gunpowder filled trinkets...
sweets...
sours...
Things that melt in your mouth.
Things that make you jump.
.
And I lean forward,
stretch my fingers out
to just barely touch,
scooch,
inch
the tiny colored wrappers
close enough to taste
but I'm just pretending...
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And there's nothing really there at all."
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Words and Artwork (c) Singleton 2010
Watercolors, sharpies, colored markers, pencils on an Empty Day
2 comments:
Love the artwork and the poem. Wonderful. :)
Lisa...Thank you hugely! Much Peace.
Skinny...I see your little fingerprints here! Muah!
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