WITHOUT WINGS, painting by ROMANA YAROSHCHAK, KIEV, UKRAINE

WITHOUT WINGS, painting by ROMANA YAROSHCHAK, Kiev, Ukraine (copyright of the artist)
WITHOUT WINGS, painting by ROMANA YAROSHCHAK, Kiev, Ukraine (copyright of the artist)

 

LINK:  http://romizm.com/

ROAD   TO  HEAVEN

 

The signpost reads “HEAVEN”

I get distracted – food, flowers

Wine, women and song

You know…

Take the road running parallel

Pedal along happily,

With a glass in

One hand, neatly balancing

A lady hiker on the handlebar

Rather a feat I think

Until a pothole appears

And all goes flying

The lady into a bush

While quickly I finish my drink

Before turning a somersault

My bike in a tow like

A circus performer.

The lady claps from her

Ringside seat

And I land safe the other side

Buckling a fender

But through the green

On the verge I’ve seen

The road I should be on

And leaving the tempting

Roadside café, the siren song

Of the birds and the lady in the bush

The pretty celandines underfoot

(I hadn’t noticed them before)

I pedal even faster

Ignoring it all

Take a at dizzying speed

The next turning to Heaven

And once on the right road

Keep on pedalling.

 

 

AERONWY   THOMAS

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ROSA GETS TO BONDI, painting by CAROLINE MAGERL, EUMUNDI, AUSTRALIA

ROSA GETS TO BONDI, painting by Caroline Magerl, Eumundi, Australia (copyright of the artist)
ROSA GETS TO BONDI, painting by Caroline Magerl, Eumundi, Australia (copyright of the artist)

 copyright of the artist

LINK:  http://www.cmagerl.com.au/

SWIMMERS

 

Angry sea

Swimming

One east one west

Splashing overarm

To calmer waters

Away from the swell

With words sinking

Into swirls and eddies

Sea weed or fish

Sliding slippery

Out of grasp.

 

Already

You’re so far away

Always a good swimmer

The tide turning

The words said

Floatable, reachable

Between heavy strokes

Despite fatigue

And reluctance

To grasp again

What was said.

 

As my feet touch ground

In the shallows

Words surface

On a rippling wave

Covered with

The oil of tankers

Of scum

And clinging animal life

The last words

You said to me

Let’s end

 

And I tumble on the shore

To watch you waving

Far out

At sea.

 

AERONWY  THOMAS

STRAWBERRY BLONDE, photograph by JANE SKINNER, Cornwall – UK

STRAWBERRY BLONDE, fine art photograph by JANE SKINNER, UK (copyright of the artist)
STRAWBERRY BLONDE, fine art photograph by JANE SKINNER, UK (copyright of the artist)
copyright of the artist
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DOLLS IN THE ATTIC

 

They eye me beadily

dolls from another time

perched silent in a row

on a velvet sofa.

 

What am I doing there

invading their space

looking at

the unreal children.

 

In a moment

if I stay

past midnight

they’ll move

 

in unison.

Step off their citadel

pat their skirts

no ankle on show

 

lift pretty hands

with lacquered fingernails

porcelain fingers

to choke the life

 

from unwanted

night visitors

I move

towards the exit

 

the flight of winding

wooden stairs

that got me there

in the attic with care.

 

AERONWY  THOMAS

MOMMY, COME SEE THE LADIES DANCING, painting by LORRAINE MARCUS, Johannesburg, South Africa

COME AND SEE THE LADIES DANCING, painting by LORRAINE MARCUS, Johannesburg, South Africa (copyright of the artist)
COME AND SEE THE LADIES DANCING, painting by LORRAINE MARCUS, Johannesburg, South Africa (copyright of the artist)

 copyright of the artist

LINK:

http://lawliesart.blogspot.com/

STREETLAMP

 

We look to the past

When the light shone brighter

When days were sun filled

And after dark

We loitered hand in hand

Under its yellow beam

Your summer dress picked out

Your face lit

In  mysterious tones

As we cuddled together

Afire

Under the street lamp.

 

We struggle to remember

Its warm glow

Its elegant form

While  the sharp lights

Where we take

Our evening stroll

These winter nights

Are so bright

Fail to flatter

Your hard-won lines

Your worried frown

Oh for the street lamp

When life was just begun

And I kissed you, my love,

 Under its subtle rays

 

AERONWY   THOMAS

COCAINE LIL, painting by LORRAINE MARCUS, Johannesburg – South Africa

COCAINE LIL (copyright of the artist), painting by LORRAINE MARCUS, Johannesburg, South Africa
COCAINE LIL (copyright of the artist), painting by LORRAINE MARCUS, Johannesburg, South Africa

 

 

LINK: http://lawliesart.blogspot.com/

cocaine lil

did you ever hear about cocaine lil,
she lived in cocaine town on a cocaine hill,
she had a cocaine dog and a cocaine cat,
and they fought all night with a cocaine rat,
she had cocaine on her cocaine head,
…………………………………………………………………………..

W. H. AUDEN

to read the poem:

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cocaine-lil-and-morphine-sue-2/

THE FORCE THAT THROUGH THE GREEN FUSE DRIVES THE FLOWER, painting by WENDY SKOG, Victoria BC, Canada

The force that through the green fuse, painting by Wendy Skog, Victoria BC, Canada
The force that through the green fuse, painting by Wendy Skog, Victoria BC, Canada

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THE FORCE THAT THROUGH THE GREEN FUSE DRIVES THE FLOWER

DRIVES MY GREEN AGE; THAT BLASTS THE ROOTS OF TREES

IS  MY DESTROYER.

AND I AM DUMB TO TELL THE CROOKED ROSE

MY YOUTH IS BENT BY THE SAME WINTER…

(from a poem by DYLAN THOMAS)

MOMENTS FOR OBSERVATION, poem and painting by Daniel Berdala, Barcelona, Spain

AQUELL MOMENT, painting by DANIEL BERDALA, Barcelona, Spain
AQUELL MOMENT, painting by DANIEL BERDALA, Barcelona, Spain

 copyright of the artist

Moments for the observation
sitting
in the middle of the Studio
the gray colours give me quietness
hidden blues allow me to travel
earth and trees are moving
blurry images help me relaxing …
painting is to surrender
to drain you out into the colours
to start again after the end.

DANIEL BERDALA, Barcelona – Spain

Moments d’observació
assegut
al mig de l’estudi…
els grisos donen serenor
blaus amagats em fan viatjar
terres i arbres es mouen
imatges borroses em relaxen..
pintar es renunciar a tot
buidar-te en els colors
per començar de nou després del final.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Momentos de observación
sentado
en medio del estudio
los grises me dan tranquilidad
azules ocultos me hacen viajar
tierras y árboles se mueven
imágenes borrosas me relajan…
pintar es renunciar a todo
vaciarte en los colores
para empezar de nuevo después del final.