Pixalated, a picture persists
Narrating neverlandish tales
I watch as memory fails
The pixalated picture resists
I watch as it impales,
Who I was
Who I am
I, who is
I, who am
Who am I?
A fading picture, a
Serenading creature
In the cover of night
Serenading alive
Pixalated, a picture persists
Someone someone-ing more
as never someoned before
>>(!!URGENCY!!)<<
Write a story!
Make it last!
A nuclear blast!
Do what you must!
A pinch of lust!
Perhaps some blood!
Or better, a flood!
Do what you must!
The story must last!
And when they ask,
Who they are
Tell the story
Plunge them in fiction
Use my careful diction
In stories we live
In stories we cease
Please! Oh Please!
!!>>(URGENCY)<<!!
This is the only way to survive
Story Of The Footloose 
speechless….heart pounding no words in awe of you….
In awe of you, Oh poetry!
Yes poetry….the stuff that dreams are made of…..big sigh……my whole body just became weightless 🙂
floating fluid flames of freedom
Amazing…I have no breath, no words to describe this right now yet I am alive!!
OMG!
Only our now is but a chunk torn out of the web of continuum and words almost always betray us.
Isn’t silence with touch and action, not poetry, nor visual art the only way to immortality?-if there is such a thing-it exists in the realm of human life. Can a story really serve?
Among equestrians we have a saying-“Have you hugged your horse today?” and dancers wish each other “merde”. Life is real. so is love and mindfulness and stories do touch us. Thanks for having the courage to use words to put your story in poetry.
Angel in the dust
Dear angel in the dust. I thank you for reminding me to hug my horse. I wish I had a horse. Do you have a horse Holly? 🙂
No, nor a dancer anymore, but, if there is a person or any tangible and real living thing i can give my metaphorical “hug” to then that would be my choice. I would continue to use the internet to share my poetry and painting with the wider public of course.
been there.
Angel in the dust
And, so…i hope you and another do “have a horse”.
But the way your hands glide over and dance those paintings… it’s a world of honest beauty…
I think I do have a horse.
Much love and respect,
Prashant
Thanks, and much love and respect to you too, Prashant.
aitd