Friday, April 12, 2013

imaginary garden with real toads Thursday April 11, 2013

Black & White Paper






















Tired of sleeping alone
in love with a ghost
haunting me in the night
want to feel warm flesh
beating against mine
but, all I grasp is cold air
shiver runs down my spine
hollow eyes follow me

on sheets of black and white
ink splatters on the pages

Love intertwined in madness
silent moans of endearment
eerie  echoes of emptiness
tango in the shadow lands
my heart stirs in quiet pain
breath of life blows in my soul
touching my spirit, sweet ecstasy
collapsing into the arms of a dream



Author's note:  Artistic Interpretations for imaginary garden with real toads





22 comments:

  1. Such madness can be fun
    Or scary under ones sun
    How some things roll
    As all take a stroll

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    1. Hi Pat,

      You always seem to be number one..thank you for your support always nice to see you call and write on my wall.

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  2. ink splatters on the pages...

    I have heard that it is a great idea to write all dreams down... and I like the ending line alot. Although, I wouldn't want to collapse into a nightmare.

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    1. Hi Margaret,

      Thanks for reading my work and the comment. Yes, I do keep a dream journal as I am studying dreams and dream interpretations. Nightmares are not dreams that I am fond of but, they usually hold depth of some sort. Thanks again!

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  3. I like where you took this one! Wonderful to see how many varied poems came from these pictures!!

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    1. Peggy,

      Thank you for the comment. As I took in the art I could feel a ghost speak to me in the swirls of black and white.

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  4. I think it's fascinating how each writer is inspired by Chelsea's art! I enjoyed reading about the impact it had on you.

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    1. Helen,

      I am glad you enjoyed my interpretation. The prompt was interesting as art is always seen through different eyes. The black and white paper swirls the imagination...

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  5. I would love to have dreams of sweet ecstasy but no nightmares for me. Lately when I wake up, I can't remember my dreams anymore. Good to see you at RT ~

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    1. Hi Grace,

      Dreams are strange things they come and go in various forms and some just linger in frozen moments of time.

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  6. wonderful interpretation!

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  7. "tango in the shadow lands.." love it...great interpretation of the artwork, also.

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    1. hedgewitch - thank you for reading and the reply.

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  8. Oh! a haunting poem full of supressed desire, longing and sublime
    lovemaking...beautiful words and concept.

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    1. Paige,

      Thank you for reading my poem and I'm glad you could feel my words. Your comment is appreciated.

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  9. nice...you really bring emotion to the movement in the picture and bring it to life in this...some dreams would not be bad to keep around for when we need ...smiles.

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    1. Brian

      Thank you as always for your kind support! The magic world of dreams will always be a place of wonder.

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  10. Your poem really breathes life into the painting! Nicely penned.

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    1. Mary
      Thank you my friend for your support.

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  11. I have a ghost that haunts me sometimes. I love it, and I fear it.
    You have delivered a stunning response to the painting!
    K

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    1. Kay

      I think we all have a ghost that haunts for various reasons. I am glad you enjoyed my response and thank you for reading my words.

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