Cerulean Circles - by ~Sophia~ (Lidia Laidlaw)

[~Sophia~]

Cerulean Circles (by ~Sophia~)

Doubt and word circle the last chair (ring around the poesy)
pieces of me everywhere - illiterate mutes that can’t write or call

the heat and saguaros (that only flower at night) draw a line
between the sand and tar waving hello goodbye to
imaginary friends imagining imaginary friends waving and I miss

Maestro and Kermode at the forest masquerade, orange auras and ochre suns – saxophones
with glassy eyes, a runaway keyboard and the scorch of a searing mane*

did they leave home or did I misplace them flying past billions of stars
to dangle in four hangmen’s eyes
and sleep with a wolf in a cave

the hawk on my clavicle
lights a cigarette in a cathedral without saints
cerulean ash baptismal

was I the rook or pawn? white rook a1 h1
black rook a8 h8 - pawn on sevens - either way, the game eludes me
snapping destiny with one eye closed, filaments flashing
a pinch of this and that - confused for another
bumped and ground ~. did I just stop infinitely?
no, word gets in the way

but my paintings
my paintings paint me and I miss them. Candle lit paper
patio lanterns – the airborne reconnaissance looking for water
the brush-fire I use for mixing called shotgun and
I doubt they’ll get back in time
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* a description of some of my paintings

[a_little_wisp]

----- Wisp Leaves Her Awe Here ------

No, I kid, I'll leave a real comment.


"illiterate mutes that can’t write or call"

Lidia, ever considered writing riddles? You should try. After, that is, you paint. Immediately, paint, and post pictures, because I would love to see more! That is, I see well enough with your mind boggling imagery, but I just want to see.

It'll come back to you- time, inspiration - all of it, because you're one of those vessels of dreams, of images, full and yet full of space and eager to share.

<3 you.

[symphony]

You know I have always always always envied people who can paint. And from times unknown (http://my.opera.com/symphonied/blog/2007/10/21/the-pleasures-of-incompetence), haha!
And if being a painter can make you write poems of this caliber, I must say- paint on, think on, and of course, write on!
That last stanza was fantabulous!

[~Sophia~]

Hi Wisp! Sorry not to reply. I moved into a new condo and the internet won't be hooked up till sometime later today (stealing a WiFi signal right now LOL). To write riddles you have to know the answer... maybe someday LOL!. Thanks sweets!
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Hi Symphony! You probably CAN paint. I think a lot of people just think they can't but, since art is subjective... who's to say! Give it a try!!!! And thanks for your comment!