Originally Posted: May 15th, 2020
Updated: July 7th, 2020
Kelly 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.
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

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i like this poem and photo, also.
Thanks for reading! 🙂
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.
Thanks, Richard! Brilliantly stated; you ever think of being a book reviewer? 🙂
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 😀
Such rich words: we used to tingle, flutter up
That’s my favorite part!
great poem ! Ciao, Francina
Thanks!
more than a title – a whole painting in words – love your jammies…