Tag: Poetry
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End of August – Ride
End of August – Ride feathery fair weather cloudsmarble the cerulean domebright sun heats up the eastern sky white, yellow, and orange butterfliesflit among blousy Brittlebush blossomsand the faint odor of sage barrel and elephant ear cactiand prickly pear in bloom fromthe recent monsoons a large falcon lands on the guardrailas we approach, hawkeye-ing meas…
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Almost Lover
Almost Loverby A Fine Frenzy (Written by: Alison Sudol) Your fingertips across my skinThe palm trees swaying in the wind, imagesYou sang me spanish lullabiesThe sweetest sadness in your eyes, clever trick Well, I’d never want to see you unhappyI thought you’d want the same for me Goodbye, my almost loverGoodbye, my hopeless dreamI’m trying…
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Providence At Kennedy Lake
Providence placid lake mirrors skyheron stands with fishermen –waiting providence –LE –8/17/24
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I Married Her Just Because She Looks Like You
I Married Her Just Because She Looks Like Youby Lyle Lovett Its not the wordsYou know I’ll always love youIt’s not the wordsI wish that I could stayIt’s more the way your lips lookedAs you spoke themAnd how the moonlight fell upon your faceI married her just because she looks like you And for every…
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Burnt Umber Rorschack
Another oldie, but goodie. I hope you agree…; -) Rorschach-Like Test In Burnt Umber Watercolor Paint powdered iron oxidemediums and bindersproduces quality shadesthe earthy brownsof Burnt Umber water makes it flowinteresting shapesand textures when dryon hot or cold pressrag paper and yupo meditating on thetextured shapesrevealed from dryingtime variances findunconscious designs –LE – 4/24/23
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Beats Antique
I frequently listen to music while I’m writing or painting. These are the results of one such occasion… Beats Antique bass note shakes the houselike distant thunder rumblingeerie hollow violin stringsscratchy vibrationstaut bow slowly draggedacross themexotic finger cymbalsand toe-bellsrhythmically accentthe oboe and saxlyre-strings plucking outthe counterpointpainting a dreamy sceneIn the sound of athousand faces in…
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Eastern Way
Eastern Way when I was a child30 seemed old to meso I didn’t expect tolive much beyond it never consideredold age and itsinfirmitiesfelt pretty invincibleless very bad luckor inane stupidity early on, eastern artsinspired meKungfu, Judo, Aikidoand Tai Chitheir philosophies madeperfect sense to me –LE – 7/20/24
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The Loop – The Tucson Side
The Loop – The Tucson Side two days after a recordmonsoon rainfallthe Santa Cruz was stillfairly full and rapidly flowingto the Gila, more than60 miles north of Tucson a blue-gray cloudy daywith Sol poking rays throughin intricate, ladder-like patternsbacked by verdant greensdried-grass tans and yellow-cappedBrittlebush side-glance gleams the breeze was brisk andrefreshing, while theatmosphere hung…
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Reprising ‘Road to Nowhere’
It’s interesting that no matter how things change and time progresses, things seem to remain essentially the same… Road to Nowhere rode the loop todayto El Camino Del Cerrothe road to nowhereI wonder where(here here wherewhere there there–Stooges) crossed over theSanta Cruz withits reclaimed watertrickling along itsedge river otherwisedesert dry ocotillo hedge bloomsred after rainno…
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Flying High
Flying High a hawk spirals up over theusually dry Santa Cruzwith its receding flood watersflowing down to the norththe legacy of this weeksmonsoons fanning its wings andgliding out over the freshlymoistened hunting groundsalert to any prey tempted toventure out to relieve the parchof another scorching day the morning sun glints offthe flowing watertwisting and turning…
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