Tag: muse
group name: wordpainting
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September 23, 2007 09:42 AM EDT --
Dedicated To Barbary Chaapel,
My Cherished, Humming, Poetic Garden Conjurer
Slipping through
compelling maturities
& too rigorously devotional
rhythms, past-to-present
constraints . . . more
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April 24, 2007 10:18 PM EDT --
Dedicated To My Poet:
John F. Walter
A tinted compulsion,
my soul cravings,
tenuously fleeting penetrations
flowing then withdrawing
moist, inundating essences
into artful quests . . . more
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May 09, 2007 03:07 PM EDT --
Dedicated To My Poet:John F. Walter
Silent passages' incomplete trills
stir within the presence of pigments.
Dreamtime backstages foreshadow
unwinged lifelines seeking
siren . . . more
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August 22, 2006 10:06 PM EDT --
One of those days, where I've meditated almost without choice, pulled easily in, and where I keep trying to enter the external day. I am tired. Is it because I've only eaten fruit, cheese, antipasto, . . . more
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March 05, 2008 03:04 PM EST --
Dedicated To Jan And Her Heart's Always Blooming Gardens . . . more
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August 24, 2007 01:02 PM EDT --
Dedicated To My Poet : John F. Walter
Memories breathe me apart -
drifting qualia comb
through sensuous grassy veils'
innate irridescence
assumed undauntable.
Crystalline sunrises
collapse . . . more
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August 05, 2007 12:24 PM EDT --
Dedicated To My Poet: John F. Walter
Enchanted, wayward tracings of her name
divine thousands of years
into hermetic mysteries,
taunt gardens with fleshy blooms
blushing on thorny . . . more
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January 16, 2008 03:33 AM EST --
I need someone to design a bioelectrical interface that lets me execute stream of consciousness writing without the need to lay fingers on the keyboard. Some kind of direct tap between the . . . more
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January 15, 2008 06:49 AM EST --
for Mark Christian Klopp, eternal Manhattanite of the Upper West Side, who´s taught me more about poetry through his troubador's words murmured into my phone´s receiver than . . . more
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April 21, 2008 04:55 PM EDT --
I wrote this the same time as the first Struggle snippet. As always ALL feedback is appreciated and welcomed. This was the first one I ever did... so it's kinda off.
Tiptoeing softly through . . . more
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December 12, 2007 04:21 AM EST --
If only that were what it's all about
Communal fire, warm and glowing
Cooking up a feast enough to
fill our bellies and our larders
for wintry weeks to come;
Exchanging . . . more
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April 05, 2007 11:12 AM EDT --
Under a full moon's gaze
You spot the I in my eyes
Capture a paradox
In shades of gray
Sketch me in charcoal hues
Draw me out of darkness
Let the rays of light inspire
A portrait of your penciled . . . more
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April 22, 2008 04:52 PM EDT --
One of the things writers fear most is pissing off their muse or characters. We all tread carefully to make the fickle creatures happy, or at least appease them. Most of the time I've done just that. . . . more
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July 06, 2007 07:29 AM EDT --
My wife is extremely artistic. However, if you asked her if she considered herself an artist, she’d categorically reject the notion. Of this I’m certain. Yet she has . . . more
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December 10, 2007 01:43 AM EST --
Ode to Poetic Obsession
The clamor was for cheesecake
But instead iambic verse baked
When it's time to pay the bills
Writing haiku triggers thrills . . . more
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April 07, 2008 08:55 PM EDT --
Squish squishing winter thaw.
Mud sucking up, following my footprints.
Oh no
Not mud.....
. . . more
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November 08, 2007 06:56 PM EST --
I write
for me
I type for thee
I don't expect eternity
When . . . more
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April 28, 2008 06:00 PM EDT --
One of the biggest ups one can follow as a writer is to make peace with the muse. This can range from taking a standpoint to let her come to you, groveling, kissing her fairy dust covered backside, honoring . . . more
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December 08, 2007 08:48 PM EST --
Trees to Dream on
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Pine mountain scent
majestic snow-globe memories
ancient beings twixt sky and earth
basking in the waning sunlight,
twinkling night . . . more
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February 19, 2008 04:25 AM EST --
The other night I actually got to be rather early - or at least early for me. I fell asleep fairly fast which isn't typical for me and slept well.
Well, that is until I woke up four hours later . . . more
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