Tag: spilled ink
Dreams
One can escape realitythrough simple meansto keep one’s eyes closed, for exampleto ignore that is and pretendthat the cold surface felt is simply iced waternot an honest mirror.Close your eyes and sleep standing;slowly true slumber comesto those who refuse to seelike the one pretending to dream of a different realitythe dreams take over, takes one…
Watercolour and ink: outdoor greens (2022)
Maybe, no: words need to be said Branches on their own extend To the great abyss of empty urban walls Hiding sky blue skies and light green lightsProverbs dwell in the shadows of unsuspecting leaves More at the Gallery. outdoor greens 30 June 2022watercolour and ink on paper
‘Blossom Away’ (2014)
Blossom away to wherever, that day I find burning leaves that never turn to ashes They sparkle like the ocean drawn by moon lit by sun I like them to be colder than bluest point alive Flowing away like the wind, liquefied I want to hold on to their edges, and draggedto, fro, away and…
Lying flat
As pain spreads from head to eyes to throat to through the neck and all within it to the lower back and lower muscles and lower and lower and lower still a prophet finds herself in the middle of the kitchen one hand on the cold floor, much colder than the dripping sweat dehydrating her…
I long to dwell in an ocean of fancies
I long to dwell in the ocean of fanciesanother body of water after a Countless.How can I help but dream of fishing every nightto catch such anything that puts me in bliss? I’d like to lay in a blanket of daisies—for the soil itself to be strands of my tresses.Does it matter if my eyes…
11:07
Memories of a faraway world would visit me at random:in the middle of the night, as I prepare to sleep tending my broken wrist with oriental herbs so that the next moment’s slumber would be painless, or simply less painful that how it would have been dreams from some yesterday would come about in my…
Rivera
The longing to be like the river: having neither mind nor beating heart that may stop every rushing flow toward One one of the great oceans—an upside down sky, such is the view of the roaring river. If a river can read and move deep within the carvings of the earth If a river can…
Today is Wednesday
This new year of the moon brings forth a kind of ends-and-beginnings that go in medias res: in the middle of things where changes are all slow and sudden and still.
Visitations
It seems to come only in short whispers but leaves a tinge of hues so strong that though no one can see, It is known to so many others of the alternate Real there are several rooms of one immeasurable house the imaginary palace has taken over Its master calling consciousness back to wherever It…