Tag Archives: ekphrastic poems
Matt Dixon .. it starts with a spark, the way the ebony dress falls soft around him, a scrim of diamonds covering even the most rusted of scars. it only takes one small bright breath to fall in love with … Continue reading
Should have gotten myself a good horse and a plow, some tangible now to hold onto with both bold hands, instead of these waxen whims. You’ll find me flailing as you’re sailing along, perhaps a pirate song on your tongue, … Continue reading
.. Were they thrones, shaped for greater kings; tablets, commandments raised for lesser souls; tombstones to honor the past, templates for tomorrow? Granite soldiers, standing at attention, saluting another ……………………………sunrise? Ancient billboards, pre- Burma -Shave? Did they stave off giants, … Continue reading
No. 8, Black Flowing, Jackson Pollock .. we scribble scroll crawl our phrase to page, skull and hammer and football helmet daze. origami me ebony, please. i’ve got an angry pen that needs a good s n … Continue reading
gorgeous photo by Tess Kincade .. Shiver only once in this braided light, and you’ll know the way ………………of sorrows. We’ve got a thou -sand tomorrows to fill, spill through this hour glass; scratch with this fingernail crescent scythe. … Continue reading
, will he have the courage heart brains to stain his own yellow brick road? . painting and prompt from over at Toads.
by Camille Pissarro . My collar is itchy and I’m twitchy with longing. I want to cast off all façade and plait my fin -gers through this crimson soil, forget myself. Perhaps if I just lie down right here, …..the … Continue reading
Photo credit: Paulix8 . She turns her wrists to remind her fists that ink is the only thing that needs …….to be ………..spilled. Prompted by mindlovemisery.