First mural hunt of the season, & I found this beauty. She has Holly’s soft brown eyes. Whew! She is high up in the narrowest lane, although a compact drove through, very carefully. Yeah, I stood on someone’s steps. Also, there were a couple of discarded mattresses taking up space. Sprayed my NEW sneaks with […]
The Poetess — Graffiti Lux Art & More
“Something in the way she smiles … reminds me of our lovely Resa” Holly
There are times when I see myself
through eyes past.
My pale face so in love
aching for the caress of a flaxen
haired boy racing through rolling fields.
Suddenly serious your adventurous eyes
sent shivers through me.
I longed for your touch anytime and
kissed you opened mouth without
permission.
I adored your mock anger when
you chased and on catching me
the awkward way you looked down
at your hands.
Soon Autumn threw its shadow on
sprouting wheat, smooth and wet.
Now, I listen to the soft whisper
of your breathing through a half
closed door and know there are
different kinds of love, soft and sweet,
wild, ruthless, and unafraid.
Her trill lilts through trees
across fields of poppy
echoes through mountains
Carries down valleys
spills from bell towers
into the dreams of seekers
unwavering crusaders
Her bones are set with courage
Her eyes wells of wisdom
She sings for you and me
a song of dignity
On sleepless nights
I stroll the left bank in sequined heels
eyelids heavy with smoky glitter
Among the art I find you
Your essence pierces my veins settles in the pool of my heart
ambient lights flicker their last warning in the cafe where we
sway like willows to long forgotten love songs
Then you are gone never hearing Je t’aime
the only French I know.
“Je t’aime, Je t’aime “
“I love you
Like a fool like a soldier
Like a movie star
I love you I love you
Like a wolf like a king
Like a man that I am not
I love you like that”
*Serge Gainesbourg
“Je t’aime, Je t’aime “
Bone white, caught in the current , rushed ashore on high tide. White capped waves on sugary mounds fall back into the lacy sea.
Ribbons of sand diffused with light, soft ecru, coaxed abalone to an ambient glow.
Soon the dark will devour the day and night will descend, distorted and bowed, the curve of horizon swallows
the sun in a wheel of sparks and a moon that I made for you streaks the sky with flecks of gold.
Saatchi Art “flecks of gold”
I remember you
beside that serpentine
river of eels and smoke and lovers.
Your secrets held captive
inside a closed heart,
coaxing stars pressed
up against the sky.
Do you think of me?
I am still here where walls
ring with silvery mirth.
I am your souvenir,
a shadow of a woman
in rhinestone heels
“lest we forget” Rudyard Kipling
Dahlings I love you all more than ever! It is with a heavy heart that I have postponed tonight’s fashion show. Instead, Art Gowns offers a Protest Post against all war anywhere, anytime. The Sunflowers and colours are for Ukraine, and all its people fleeing, dying and defending. AGM Holly has written a special poem. […]
A Tangle of Sunflowers — Art Gowns
There is a thicket lined path
near a marsh that leads to
a gently flowing spring.
At the velvety banks we lie
down beside one another.
My hands, like the flicker of dove wings,
glide the stillness of your face
that I love like summer wildflowers.
The sun hangs like overripe
fruit that drips amber wine down
the horizon,
the color of your eyes when you hold me.
Separated by borders and ideals
we seldom speak.
In another time I climbed
your airy mountains
melded with desert colors
crossed your mighty seas.
Tell me we are still friends
that dreams can still come true.
Don’t turn away let me hold you
share these burdens with you.
We’ve seen enough sorrow.
We want to be strong
but we know there will be tears.
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House of Heart 
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