Eye-lashing atmosphere

Delicate fingertips encrypting emotional maps supplying languidly  with piano tunes an intimated sense of mingled delight parting lips behind cooling curtains cancelling words instead playing day dreams  on a summer after-noon.    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iUYXeZTqM4U   Artwork Stacy Barter - Cascading Crimson More info here.


      Had no inclination to read written secrets Or curiosity to find new friends Since my sudden attack of loneliness Struck with offensiveness on an unwelcomed guest Which pointed unjust defects I had justified myself with instinctive considerance Before cancelling difference Between I and the mirroring presence.

Interest of sympathy in years

  Experience as a painted masterpiece is a matter of instinct joyously illuminated by forlorn weariness. In stimulated comparisons there is hardly what to say by opinionated opinions as particularity finds its general embalment of knowledge which one might believe highly esteemed.   Question muted on lips :  The official cost?         … Continue reading Interest of sympathy in years

Illuminated visual experience

  Today I found the earrings you once gifted me. Their elegant stones capture light with the same gentleness. I haven’t worn them, I have to confess. I was afraid of spoiling them, I guess… All these years I had them right beside me, without even touching or seeing them. I kept them hidden, in … Continue reading Illuminated visual experience

Emotional – Being –

Secured intervals of feeling Come culminating in my human heart Early on I had no such affections Claiming vitality was moderate deficiency In a play of artistic fancy Looking to figure out Meaning between breakfast and dinner-time.     Perhaps I could learn to speak aloud A language that translates what I don't understand Have … Continue reading Emotional – Being –

She walks in Beauty

by Lord Byron She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the … Continue reading She walks in Beauty