FREEDOM |
"Freedom is not a reward or a decoration that is celebrated with champagne...Oh no! It's a...long distance race, quite solitary and very exhausting. "..:
- &n...
Posted by Arianne on Sat, 15 Sep 2007 08:33:00 PST |
nights never ending into day |
sometimes
when the bridge is past
when the seamless night seems
to go endlessly, dark and dull
I hear whispers around me
ghosts pass and stumble
in the corners of my empty roo...
Posted by Arianne on Mon, 10 Sep 2007 01:06:00 PST |
Osprey ( Fish Hawk) |
he flies across skies
in the eternal blue
large, powerful white and black plumage
soaring and flapping
with broad pointed wings
his thighs heavily feathered
legs bare fierce talons
&nbs...
Posted by Arianne on Sun, 09 Sep 2007 11:42:00 PST |
Chasing Sunsets |
You look at meWatching the sun descend below the horizonWhile waves calmly touch my wet, sandy feet
by the ocean's shore
You have to promise me one thing:
I will depend on you To ...
Posted by Arianne on Wed, 05 Sep 2007 12:32:00 PST |
The River of Time |
I cross the river of time
place my head into slumber
I enter a world
of words and images
crisscrossed among the many places
I go to
becoming subtle, yet confused
while getting lost in th...
Posted by Arianne on Sun, 02 Sep 2007 08:45:00 PST |
Afternoons in summer |
you gather paper clippings
for me
you gather fresh flowers for my table
you plant trees
so I can sit under the sunny shade
for hours, contemplating
the words
that I put down on paper
swe...
Posted by Arianne on Sun, 02 Sep 2007 08:19:00 PST |
WAR |
Goya's "Con razon o sin ella"
Francisco Goya from Goya's "disasters of War" series
it is the light of day
I go and search another who's been killed
the stench of human remains
is...
Posted by Arianne on Sat, 01 Sep 2007 09:40:00 PST |
Hey mister |
I hear you
your voice is loud and sharp
full of mediocrity
and disdain
you pump your own gas
and save every penny
with coupons
and play the running game
just the same
I don't li...
Posted by Arianne on Thu, 30 Aug 2007 09:47:00 PST |
Thief of broken hearts |
priceless
primal, without consent
giving light to expository and elucidative
jaunty attitude of yours
savage and meticulous
simply over bearing
craving the broken and unaware
you judicio...
Posted by Arianne on Wed, 29 Aug 2007 01:07:00 PST |
First Flight (re-post) |
I celebrate
The sky dance of flight
Of birds moving across the expanse of blue
Gliding still
As if they were papier-mâché
In many colors
Adorning this limitless playground&
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Posted by Arianne on Tue, 28 Aug 2007 10:06:00 PST |
