Liquid on Velvet

Vibrence on a beautiful grey day.

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Every Rose Knows a Story

An old poem of mine. One of the few that is not complete rubbish from high school.

Shadows shift. Petals fall.
Time goes by in slow withdrawals
Steadily stripping each crimson lobe
From a stem that won’t be held
By tender hands such as these are.
Thorns will pierce; this beauty mar.
Scarlet bandages, crimson wounds
Scars made and hidden by the same bloom.
It’s joy and pain that keeps them here
Where they’ve been this whole past year.
Here they will stay to watch these eyes
Fill and spill in quiet demise,
As thorns pierce the tenderest part…
The steadily living and beating heart.
They’ll watch also, tears splash down
That fall from a heart where joy abounds.
As roses fill these eyes with love
Soft and gentle but bold enough.

Now that it's time to be Christmasy I'm posting my Autumn leaf pictures.

LIQUID AMBER

The Euphoria of Baking

Cranberry Orange Bread

Pumpkin Bread

Pie Crusts
Pumpkin Pie
Peanut Brittle

Warm Melodies

Mostly recent
The candles and roses are from a wedding this summer.
And the wine is from the summer, as well.

Daddy has cold feet.
I'm a monopod!

The Dream Corner

Poetry of Contemplation and a Chilly Walk

(This is ultimately a visual piece, but it's not all the way done.)


Autumn's Day - Of Warmth and Grey


Two points
Reflect the silver sunshine filtered
Through a charcoal sky

A . l a r g e . e x p a n s e
of empty chill. One
Single figure to look down
upon. Upon the stone between
Two pillars there that sway
and moan.
of me, the rest is matte
absorbing grey.

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A commune
of green towers dance
to the Music in my
heart poured from the sky 'nto
my moistened mouth
O voice, how passionate
Thy cry!

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Black Wings
in dancing sheets
Bring back a sweeping
Chill o'er me. But
Strengthening melody still flows
Thru my being and the Tender
Warmth in an autumn's day
still Covers the lifelessness
of grey...

In the Silver Sunshine