Wednesday, November 04, 2009

one word iliad: shield

almond butter

twisted knickers

ebulliently displayed

this your neural

algebra, captured

in black and white

dove bars doving

apple butters


headlines in the milky

way of flavors

left over,

rainbowing through the

appliance giant giants.

you come via

the last chance

or you leave


the blue door.

blue cafes

warbling, blue


ever asking

for more.



Blogger Dee Martin said...

perfect timing. this is my long day when I stay after to coach uil and then church. no supper and you write about things like apple butter and dove bars! nearly got my knickers in a twist. I love the blue of that door - the colors are a match for your profile picture.

9:52 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

Well, sir Murat, this seems to carry the scent of that new old kitchen where your goddess appears to you. But I didn't think you battled there or spoke to Athena...

I love the picture of the door. And the fact that this is a sarabande, a haunting melody of leftover halloween candy and ice cream (black bovines) and homemade apple butter screaming for some toast to cover and all the good flavors and odors of one's own home with a blue door as a shield to keep the bogeymen and chupacabras and whatever other goblins you have down Sonora Way out and to keep your family safe and snug as you sing in the kitchen with happiness in your home. And in this place, you may ask for more, and no one will beat you.

11:37 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Ms Dee: Those blues do match, don't they? Hope you untwisted those knickers and settled in for something good for you; gotta keep your strength up for that marathon your fingers are running.

6:02 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Sister Teresa: Sing it loud, sing it strong there, girl. Did I say I love blue doors? I love blue doors. Blue doors in Taos, blue doors on the Greek island of Sifnos. Blue doors. Trying to talk the resident artist into a blue interior door.

6:06 AM  
Blogger Teresa said...

If nothing else, at least a blue door into an out-of-the way storage closet or into your den or something :) Or even the door to the stairway to heaven! Keep on singing, bro!

8:19 AM  
Blogger MichaelO said...

It's lunch time here. All this talk of cafes and treats is reminding me stomach of its empty spaces. Loving the images here, Pasqual!

11:10 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Miguel: Lunch on, amigo. And party on, too.

7:29 PM  
Blogger Tammie Lee said...

I feel as though I danced through this one
through food
black and white
even through blue doors....

10:52 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Well, we all know what a dancer you are, Miz Lee. Keep on, amiga.

5:52 AM  

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