Via
Art communicates beauty. Via means "way" in Latin, and I believe we each have our own way to create. This blog celebrates unique mediums of expression.
"View from Above" poem about Mississippi River from flight window: FL to STL 4/2010
"View from Above" poem about the Mississippi River
I wish I could feel
the rocky banks that angle down to the squishy bottom.
The mix of steely rock
and soft mud,
Like a nutty chocolate pudding pie.
Slide down that bank
and create my own grooves-
my own path:
as I descend onto my belly and wiggle in the mushy mud pie floor.
Until I look up,
beckoned by the white light above me dancing on the water's surface.
Hear me St. Louis!
I wish I could feel
the rocky banks that angle down to the squishy bottom.
The mix of steely rock
and soft mud,
Like a nutty chocolate pudding pie.
Slide down that bank
and create my own grooves-
my own path:
as I descend onto my belly and wiggle in the mushy mud pie floor.
Until I look up,
beckoned by the white light above me dancing on the water's surface.
Hear me St. Louis!
Monday, May 31, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Friends
Friends-Tell you who you are.
Friends-Love the real you.
Friends-Push you into light.
Friends-Desire the best for you.
Friends-Work through jealousy into admiration.
Friends-Affirm.
Friends-Love your "crazy."
Friends-Reflect God to you.
Friends-Draw out and know the Best in you.
Friends-Give Energy.
Thank you, My Friends!!
Friends-Love the real you.
Friends-Push you into light.
Friends-Desire the best for you.
Friends-Work through jealousy into admiration.
Friends-Affirm.
Friends-Love your "crazy."
Friends-Reflect God to you.
Friends-Draw out and know the Best in you.
Friends-Give Energy.
Thank you, My Friends!!
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
"SeaSide"
The waves on the shore look like raised veins,
like on my inner forearm when I'm flexing;
Serpentining until they run into the parked canoe.
Yellow glints off the green and cerrulean blue water.
Dark Navy seaweed hangs underwater like a jellyfish,
hovering in space.
Waiting, waiting, washing, waiting.....
like on my inner forearm when I'm flexing;
Serpentining until they run into the parked canoe.
Yellow glints off the green and cerrulean blue water.
Dark Navy seaweed hangs underwater like a jellyfish,
hovering in space.
Waiting, waiting, washing, waiting.....
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Inside Tag of a new pair of black jean cut-offs
"Imagination knows no Boundaries
Imagination knows no boundaries
never be afraid to
Follow your Heart
Inspire Dream Love"
~Doll House Jeans, 2010, purchased at Avalon Exchange on Delmar
Imagination knows no boundaries
never be afraid to
Follow your Heart
Inspire Dream Love"
~Doll House Jeans, 2010, purchased at Avalon Exchange on Delmar
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Friday, May 7, 2010
"It's Complicated"
I love the phrase, "It's complicated." You have a friend who wants to know about:
The messy relationship that you so don't want to talk about:
It's complicated.
The workload build-up because you decided to watch The Godfather movies or have a Star Wars marathon:
It's complicated.
The bruise you got from walking into a glass window that appeared to be an open doorway:
It's complicated.
The time your car died because you ignored the LOW GAS warning for the past 20 miles and you had to call AAA to save you:
It's complicated.
The globular state of the mac n' cheese because you forgot to put the milk in it:
It's complicated.
The fact that you're living in your parent's basement to save money:
It's complicated.
Why I'm writing this poem at 6:28 am:
It's complicated.
The messy relationship that you so don't want to talk about:
It's complicated.
The workload build-up because you decided to watch The Godfather movies or have a Star Wars marathon:
It's complicated.
The bruise you got from walking into a glass window that appeared to be an open doorway:
It's complicated.
The time your car died because you ignored the LOW GAS warning for the past 20 miles and you had to call AAA to save you:
It's complicated.
The globular state of the mac n' cheese because you forgot to put the milk in it:
It's complicated.
The fact that you're living in your parent's basement to save money:
It's complicated.
Why I'm writing this poem at 6:28 am:
It's complicated.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
"What I saw Today" (Well, really yesterday)
I saw a black bird with fire, red wings.
I saw three teens smoking pot on a bench.
I looked for a four leaf clover in a sea of 3's.
I saw 3 male mallards passing in a line:
all grey, and maroon, and emarald, and white, and orange. (Although, I've always thought their beaks were marigold in my head.)
I scared off a black crow as I found my rocky perch.
SCREECH! went the black bird who came back to visit me and show me that his wings were really two stripes of orange and yellow--I guess they mix in mid-flap to make red?
I saw a Scottie dog being walked--I forgot how much I love their beard tufts!
I saw Ducks mating or .... Were those 2 male mallards attacking her? She seemed distressed; her baby even tried to protect her by getting in between. But then she jumped over her baby. Maybe she liked it.--I don't know. Yea, I guess they were mating.
I had a couple on paddle boat scream at me as I crossed a suspension bridge:
"HEY!HEY!HEY YOU! We're lost!,How do we get back to the boat house?!"
I told them to turn around and go the opposite direction; I hope I was right:)
I saw three teens smoking pot on a bench.
I looked for a four leaf clover in a sea of 3's.
I saw 3 male mallards passing in a line:
all grey, and maroon, and emarald, and white, and orange. (Although, I've always thought their beaks were marigold in my head.)
I scared off a black crow as I found my rocky perch.
SCREECH! went the black bird who came back to visit me and show me that his wings were really two stripes of orange and yellow--I guess they mix in mid-flap to make red?
I saw a Scottie dog being walked--I forgot how much I love their beard tufts!
I saw Ducks mating or .... Were those 2 male mallards attacking her? She seemed distressed; her baby even tried to protect her by getting in between. But then she jumped over her baby. Maybe she liked it.--I don't know. Yea, I guess they were mating.
I had a couple on paddle boat scream at me as I crossed a suspension bridge:
"HEY!HEY!HEY YOU! We're lost!,How do we get back to the boat house?!"
I told them to turn around and go the opposite direction; I hope I was right:)
Sunday, May 2, 2010
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