These are the Unicorn Days
Carved in gold and diamonds
from the mountains,
Molded in solid water
from the fairies’ well
Sang in choruses
by daffodils leaning on the feathered wings
of night eastern winds,
Claimed by a broken chunk of heart
that knows no sparse amounts
of Love…
Clustered green of untamed grasses
and feral blossoming storms
in the souls of plum flowers
Rage
until the fields breathe
the 100 names for Spring
and become
The Unicorn’s envy…
Art by Vincent van Gogh.
Fluster = to make somebody nervous and/or confused; to make hot and rosy, as with drinking.
“There is no whole self. It suffices to walk any distance along the inexorable rigidity that the mirrors of the past open to us in order to feel like outsiders, naively flustered by our own bygone days.”
– Jorge Luis Borges
Art by Magdalena Korzeniewska.
Success is a craft of magic for the undone.
Our choices are in the ethereal mold of us. We choose to do the UnDone or just keep on walking the path of Done and Known.
The undone is hard endeavor. The undone is manifested in the idea of not knowing when to start, where to start, how to start and what to expect from some “judgmental” decisions. As everybody is here to criticize and be disgruntled. There is no time and knowledge for trial and error. There is just error.
It is like exploring without a map. You might fall off the edge of the world or get entangled in the murky waters.
When reading about Cristopher Columbus’ exploits I have always try to imagine their turmoil and fear when sailing the Sargasso Sea. They were way out of their comfort zones. Nevertheless, when they embarked on such adventures, they acknowledged the thin red line between life and death but blurred it with the courage and perseverance to follow a dream…
The opposite of our comfort zone is the Sargasso Sea; unknown, bleak, menacing, hard to predict. Something we do not fathom nor pin down. The Sargassum seaweed can be both menace and challenge…Dark and light…magic and mirror of fears…
Magic is always in the undone. It flickers like buried treasures in moonlight. You know it is hard dangerous labor when you start uncovering them in broad daylight that strips away the magic and the legend. Just jump over fear and move on. What if they were so scared and wouldn’t dare pursue in the Sargasso Sea? We wouldn’t have found out that it is a sea like any other. Nevertheless, the only sea without a land boundary.
“You have to finish things – that’s what you learn from, you learn by finishing things.” – Neil Gaiman
Finish your trip into the UnDone and UnKnown and give it a name. Sometimes we name it success.
© Iulia Halatz
Art by Vladimir Kush.
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
–T.S.Eliot, The Waste Land
Art by Wolfgang Harms.
Transmute = to change or alter in form, appearance, or nature and especially to a higher form.
It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.
– E.M. Forster
Art by André Poffé.
My secret castle
lies in Spring
at the corner
of vernal vicious winds…
Surrounded by lilacs
and violets blue
Prolonged in the hue
of abstaining pink…
Faces and rivers
smile in the sun
Patience is nowhere to be found
as ethereal blooms
Expect the moons
to ignite from early
copper twilights…
Lilacs are the surreal kisses
of Spring
Clinging like stardust
to butterflies’ wings.
They color the dark
wink to the larks
And wait for the bees
to appease…
Written for and at the suggestion of Marie – mariewilliams53.wordpress.com.
Art by Sergey Tutunov.
Bowline = A rope fastened near the middle of the leech or perpendicular edge of the square sails, by subordinate ropes called bridles, and used to keep the weather edge of the sail tight forward when the ship is close-hauled.
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“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”
– Mark Twain
Art by Carl Brandt.
Multiple facets
of benevolence, friendship and kindness
have been engraved
on my heart
whose green veins tremble
with happiness and delight
at seeing, reading and admiring
your exquisite words-of-art and flowing imagery
Here…
………………………………………………………………………
Your minds drew letters
Upon my soul
I will wear them always
To humble and subdue
All the shimmers of the world.
This is my modest “payment” for the beauty and joy you have given me through knowing you and your beautiful art and my “currency” in thanking you for reading, appreciating and sharing my words.
Happy World Poetry Day!
Art – Magic realism by Christian Schloe.
Buried moon, buried moon
Who to talk about at noon
When dreams are plundered by light
And powdered in gold and charcoal dust.
Crescent fairies are sad in the rouse
and at falter to surmise
the scanty slumbering traces
that led stupors into trenches.
The owners of the light
Do not know its might
and the pleasure of the sun
to astound and burn above…
Buried moon, buried moon
I want you soon
As to play my feral dreams
around the all surviving tunes!
Art – Buried Moon by Edmund Dulac.
Solitary = living or being by one’s self; having no companion present; alone; lonely.
“You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.”
–Franz Kafka
Art by Kinuko Y. Craft.