As I cannot paint
I write about the meaning of the night…
And being poor
I draw my colours
off the shadows
in the meadows
of Tomorrow.
Monsters living in a dream
colour touches on my lips
passing secrets with a kiss.
Picture: Rene Magritte, The meaning of the night.
Flumadiddle = utter nonsense (American English, being a combination of flummery = complete nonsense and diddle = to fool with).
The sun will call off his stinging rays of heat to end the flumadiddle of this scorching summer…eventually…
Earlier this spring I wished for a long and breezy summer and a long merry autumn…
Autumn covers the moon with joy
And the sun with mellow haze…
To be continued…
Autumn by Ivan Fedorovich Choultsé.
In the forest by the sea
Stars live in the evening tree…
Whispers rave from the deep red sea
Shine and shine
The sun and me…
Picture taken last year in the Corfiot forest, by the sea.
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I live in a snug den
into the woods
In a clearing
where there are blues and yellows
in the flowers of the vale.
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The stars see me dreaming
and rejoicing at you.
The fireflies curl
in my corners.
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In springs
I go away with the daffodils
In autums
I ask fallen questions
to the harvest moon…
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I live in the heart of your darkness
in the midst of your days
shuffling their feet to me…
I believe in green…
Rain in an oak forest by Ivan Shishkin.
I long for a dream,
within a dream
that clears the sight
of you.
I am asleep and asleep
I feel nothing
But the cradle of your arms
like orange snakes
thrashing fears around…
Black and white tale
Shall that be…
Every night a little dream
in the dead of sleep
in the depth of you…
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Words spatter lights
in pools.
Do not squander their yellow glare
To guard you through winter…
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Art – Ivan Volkov, Tatiana Larina’s Dream from Pushkin’s ‘Eugene Onegin’, 1891.
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Burning sorrow
of the morrow
Is the secret
of Tomorrow.
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Photo: Guido Borelli. Perfect morrow.
Love is pawning your heart
For the trembling sweetness of a memory.
Love is the unnecessary moment
when you see Together…
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Love is imagination
Dancing dragons in the sky…
Love falls down in showers
That autumn rains could not blur.
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Love is painting sunsets
and dreaming at gleaming dawns.
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Love is Eternal
Unicity for One.
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Photo: Bill Flowers
Snakey Night, After Van Gogh.
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Trail me away
with questions
and the weight of your love.
Abyss is not yet invented
Just seen in shadow moons…
Cast me away
with a thought
replenishing with haze
in mid mountain mornings…
I carry feelings
in my pockets
and stories of you
to guard my garden of lilies…
Every night
I wash myself of you
Until another one comes written…
Foto: © Alphonse Mucha.
Love drips
out of my lines.
There is not ink
But sweetness and joy
protruding in small afternoons
befuddled
in glimpses of light
dancing on leaves
and ruby flowers…
When skies glance
at the coolness of moonshine
and butterflies kept in a dream
smile till dawn,
Do not forget…
As long as you feel
the brush of the evening’s wind
coiling like a wild animal
You are as young as
the new roses this year…
Photo: Artist: HASUI, KAWASE (1883-1957)
Title: NIGHT SCENE AT MIYAJIMA SHRINE
Dated: 1947 “good night”!
We are all fighters in trenches
and bleeders on battlefields.
We are all thinkers
of simplicities and beauties.
We are all carriers
of hopes and smiles.
We are all dreamers
of strange countries
full of secrets and dreams.
We are all lovers
of love and lust.
We are all yearners
for colours and truths.
We are all travelers
amidst unruffled nights
and shimmering fireflies.
We are all…
Sursa foto: Facebook. BY Kobayashi Kiyochika
Fireflies at Ochanomizu.