Not The Rockefellers

chart a course as the hummingbird flies fold up my heart like a stolen map Rene-2015 Photo credit, Daniel Murtagh

Petergate, with a view of York Minster, York, UK , Photo by Tess Kincaid via Magpie Tales shouted down alleyways  your name banks breathlessly off gnawed brick memorials a rising  low note prayer of good intention
 a dub-stepped
 hymn
  in extraordinary
 time 2015-Rene

Photo by Elene Usdin via Magpie Tales girl she said it's time you oughta go dig a hole & unscrew the anchor check yourself out & pay what you owe give  up the landline all of your keys whittle life  down from one hundred to free 2015-Rene

Yell Sound, Shetland, 2014, R.A.D. Stainforth time flew though just for a few of us the rest stayed stuck between rocks & sand art ultimatums beautiful sunsets being the reason oh how we hastened That Grand Goodbye, but... oh how we lingered to go 2014-Rene

keith haring via magpie tales so which way are you up for? have you got yourself a hunch or a notion? go on and twirl your own pinwheel signpost or hop a ride on a boxcar sideshow so which way are you up for? your toes tripping up on compass roses? true north is them good shoes that brought you through narrow streets that defined & confined truth so which way are you up for? blaze a trail that inspires & ignites hope light a fire for the lost to come find you so which way are you up to, which way are you up for? 2014-Rene

Elizabeth Taylor on the set of "Giant"- photograph by Frank Worth it's all in the wrist these ol' rope tricks what the arm dangles is merely an accessory a way to pass the time while i spin you violet wild & plum dizzy it's all in the eyes this ol' cowgirl throws a quarter inch  of batted lash goes for miles & miles of... goodness knows  2014-Rene

my heart a foreign country waiting wild for a sun waiting  for a nod from the beautiful one to come 2014- Rene

tell-tale timber songs escape well pressed lips you learned to play the bridge by ear for the morning crowd & the church mice scampering smugly savouring crumbs under your feet 2014-Rene

sedate  sleight of hand fools the fire for a time though the thirst  persists 2014-Rene

         image: Edward Hopper, 1922  she poured  the bone colored grit into her coffee  & watched as it turned a lighter shade of resignation  what is the matter? his words hung  mid-air  blooming an unavoidable cloud take my hand, please she exhaled i just seem to be  a bit stuck is all and she left it at that 2014-Rene

Chair With the Wings of a Vulture, 1960, Salvador Dali  only when the sun shines do i remember the taste of regret © 2014-Rene

photo: Kelsey Hannah ( via magpie tales) thoughts of you drums in the distance zebras climb  & never arrive memories baked in sunlight until bursting & tender to touch i am looking forward to being yours your one & only ghost © 2014-Rene

   The Sleeping Gypsy, 1897, by Henri Rousseau thank you that was very honorable the way you held me mercifully  in your infinite arms of  immaculate plasma  yes. i was in need i had danced with a bleak song curled up in his lap -the crater of a darkside moon inhaled his pipe -a rare child’s final farewell and now i am spun gold i am the brightest flash  of the upper limb i am the moment of discovery and  this sun is a whirling dervish  © 2014-Rene

i play them  by ear those simple melodies those tonic pitches of ice chimes and lemonade those rounds of laughter that tickle  and unlock  those tippy scales that rise and spill secrets i play them all as i've known them head to toe heart and soul 2014-Rene For Magpie Tales Image via Magpie Tales #205

La Jument photograph by Jean Guichard  you are not
 poetry you
 are its side effect you
 are not
 music you 
 are
 my stillness you
  are not
 my savior you
 are my melancholy you
 are not
 timeless you
 are
 now © 2014-Rene

we greet the future armed with comfortable patterns invincible plaids indestructible time-honored, ready to ride ingenuity let the kids all laugh make hobbies of our old ways just leave them alone they always come home 2014-Rene New York at Night-Vivienne Gucwa ( via Magpie Tales)

i  shall float on through colours gay and glorious weaving my name into the night © 2013-Rene

they wrote of bluebirds and British cartography holding back their tongues they knew each other by the smooth stroke of their pens never touching hands they kept talk of love in the silence of their hearts their voices, their sighs never meeting air 2013-Rene For Magpie Tales

Danseuse ajustant sa bretelle, 1895-96, Edgar Degas  grace flows  without  strings or seams born pirouetting spinning through the ether of dreams © 2013-Rene

i am the way this neck of the woods this leg of the journey hand to god this highway's  not a ribbon it's a zipper unzzzipped your land  rolls into my land golden sweet delicious deep let freedom ring honest  and clear as  the night  eyes wild with halogen soaked promised land  mountain songs reach up palm that star the second  from the right it's no lie shhhh... just glide let me drive © 2013-Rene Image ( via Magpie Tales )  le jardin, 1962, Max Ernst