This poem is for Kelly. She had her artwork up in one of the galleries during last night’s art walk, and asked me to create a poem that might serve as a title for one of her pieces.

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“Floral Soundtrack”

Who caused
these handmade Rorschach stains?
Pretty plaster
dressed in violet grays
wearing week-old newspaper musk.
We used to tingle. Flutter up.
Now our ghost limbs find solace
in muted freeway hymns–
its pollution hesitant
yet growing farther, still.

– billimarie
july 20th 2012


9 Comments

Antonio · July 20, 2012 at 11:55 PM

i like this poem and photo, also.

    b r · July 22, 2012 at 5:29 AM

    Thanks for reading! πŸ™‚

Richard Guest · July 21, 2012 at 12:13 PM

I love this one, Billimarie, I love its acute imagery – the dizzy evocation of things falling away. On an aesthetic note, love the new colour background too – what a nice innovation.

    b r · July 22, 2012 at 5:31 AM

    Thanks, Richard! Brilliantly stated; you ever think of being a book reviewer? πŸ™‚

    I like how the photograph looks, too…the beauty happend on accident (as it usually does). Those are my pajamas; I put the sheet on my lap to get a picture and decided not to crop it out πŸ˜€

Tammy McLeod · July 24, 2012 at 7:56 AM

Such rich words: we used to tingle, flutter up

    b r · August 17, 2012 at 4:47 PM

    That’s my favorite part!

Francina · August 3, 2012 at 12:55 AM

great poem ! Ciao, Francina

john clinock · August 29, 2012 at 9:02 PM

more than a title – a whole painting in words – love your jammies…

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