one word iliad: shield
sarabandealmond butter
twisted knickers
ebulliently displayed
this your neural
algebra, captured
in black and white
dove bars doving
apple butters
butting
headlines in the milky
way of flavors
left over,
rainbowing through the
appliance giant giants.
you come via
the last chance
or you leave
via
the blue door.
blue cafes
warbling, blue
itineraries
ever asking
for more.
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posted by murat11 at 8:54 PM
9 Comments:
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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!
Miguel: Lunch on, amigo. And party on, too.
I feel as though I danced through this one
through food
life
black and white
even through blue doors....
Well, we all know what a dancer you are, Miz Lee. Keep on, amiga.
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