“Bang, Bang”

  She stood outside the window looking in; Her parents and the colored lights recall a celebration known as Christmas when all hearts are light and people’s cares are small. She stood outside the window looking in but dare not leave the shadows. There’s a pause; her hair entwined with twigs; her knee is skinned.…

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The Spider Woman’s Waltz

“The Spider Woman’s Waltz” She dances in my head as in a dream and raven are her eyes as onyx blown. As Autumn steps into her bleaker scene chill mist is in the air; cold-to-the-bone. “Oh, waltz with me”, said she; “Our time is brief and through the hills and valleys, dancing, go! I’ll bind…

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“The Sitting”

Lenoir,_Charles-Amiable ‘A_La_Recherche_du_Temps_Perdu. (In Search of Lost Time) “The Sitting” The lady yearns for briefest rest held captive by the artist quest. A simple pause; her smile beguiles. Her almond eyes belie the lies. Mid curve of  lips, a cautious glance. But youth is harmed; so brief the dance. And, stealthily, her feelings flee. Her cries…

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“John Singer Sargent’s ‘Portrait of a Couple'”

“John Sargent’s ‘Portrait of a Couple’” John Sargent’s ‘Portrait of a Couple’” John’s painting paired the couple in their prime Young Alice is Paul’s ‘lily, lily fair’. John Sargent strives for images, ideal. ‘La Belle Epoque’ meant beauty in their time. Impressionistic art has valued place. John’s pair exhibited beyond that date. Paul’s talent with…

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Life’s a Beach

“Life’s a Beach” Hello, you hula-skirted palm tree’s sway. I hear a ukulele’s wistful song. It’s borne upon the breeze that floats my way as shiny shells in water roll along. The scent of seaweed and the cry of gull beneath the yellow sun that glistens where the rushing waves of water stir my soul.…

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“Love is Blind on Such a Night”

“Love is Blind on Such a Night” Was on a summer solstice such as this when drunk with idleness, old Bottom napped. Awakened then, his new reflection kissed two donkey ears, a toothy grin, a sap! “Hee haw!”_ a screech, as his reflection frowns but through the eyes of love, Titania sees our hero, Bottom,…

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“For Lydia”

There’s Lydia; we catch a glimpse of her among the burning leaves of mid July. She guides her horse with water wagon where, at Gettysburg, are soldiers marked to die. The men, propped there by tree or death’s cold stare, Alone, their broken, golden dreams are gone. They cannot answer captain’s call to share nor…

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“DaVinci’s ‘Mona Lisa'”

It’s all about her look; a placid guile. We know her well; that enigmatic glance. Suggestive are her lips; a warmth of style. She teases us; her eyes a bit askance. A reticence enhances lady’s charm. Anticipation in his mind may leap. Expectancy has power to disarm. A popular diversion pastimes keep. The world still…

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Botticelli’s ‘Allegory of Spring’

Botticelli’s ‘Allegory of Spring’ The painter’s brush gives voice to Greece and Rome: Poliziano’s poems depict just how the pagan, Venus, with her loving om now stands with Cupid’s arrow over brow. When Zephyrus germinates his girl with air then gentle Flora has her flowered fling; inseminates imaginings so fair that airily her vines awake…

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