Sunday, November 23, 2014

Thoughts on awakening from a November nap. #magpie#247

Snowstorm by Maurice de Vlaminck 
Lying there under the felt like poncho
Like a sleeping river beneath the ice;
Moving slightly with nano speed ideas.
Renewing, restoring his energy stores,
Oblivious to the dreary cold outside,
snuggled under his coverlet igloo.
Entertaining  thoughts of uncommon places,
Like a hermit, content in his aloneness;
A participant in the current flow
Carrying him to places known and unknown
Draining memory's vault; painted, profuse,
Of worlds not yet appearing above.
All this in the brief summer of his day.
                                                     © November, 2014; rel

Monday, November 03, 2014


image credit:  Dick Blick Art
Every living thing;
Dying comes to all.