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An Overgrown Pond


 

 

 

An OverGrown Pond

 

Where the Koi Jumped for Joy into the sky for the water comes from the sky then returns to the sea

Pistons, electrons, neutrons

 

 

 

 

 

By a Picnic Table caught up in sand

Beside a Piano wrapped around a tree

Where I had cracked an egg filled with red ants over his face

Where once I had tried two more times to plant myself on the portico of the place I had lived posthumously

Every day he would come to the drawing room dressed in a new wig and caftan ready to work on his latest illustrated sonata.

His goal ~~ The Chapel where the outline of an over grown cherub with upturned mustaches, a five o’clock shadow, cigar and swollen gonads graced the ceiling

 

In Her Long Flowing Caftan expectations were high.  Higher than ever before

As she crafted her Caftan Swung to and fro in the Breezes

Swirling & Twirling like a dance in Homage to the Muses and Goddesses of Ancient Times

Swaying Sometimes Billowing Out

Billowing Waving Flapping in Upturned Winds

Powered by gusts of frenetic kinetic energy her billowing Caftan swept over the town and villages spitting out flags, Semi-phores, and coded messages to family cemeteries

Leaving behind satisfied scripts which she added to her burgeoning collection

 

Sending Signals across the Mesa

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then the Joyful Koi began to play Ragtime 

They jumped up and struck the keys in sequence creating beautiful melodies

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Quilted Loom


The Quilted Loom

 

In an abandoned open lot with an empty battlefield grazing behind it the Gingery Burnt Orange hair Sienna  skinned Weaver sits at her Loom.

 

 

People passing by alongside the adjoining sidewalks were totally oblivious save for the dozens of Calicos wandering to and fro between aspects of scenery.

 

Weaving Knitting Needles, Silken cacophonies of Symphonies, Singing Satin Brocade Ballads, and Crocheted mittens, rugs, tapestries, curtains, draperies, silken robes,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

 

The Weaver’s arms set a Frenetic pace birthing galaxies, solar systems Whirling out into distant dimensions. Hurtling through time and space.

 

She had to hurry before those three hags returned. Especially disturbing was the Cackling Crone with the shears.  No vermin that foul should have the power of life and death. Each harridan who cloaks composed of silent screaming emerging faces crying out in unheard agonies.

 

Falling Stars and Meteors

 

Parasols clanged with Umbrellas fighting to grow into Spears, swords, Bows and arrows

Delusion and Illusion were flung out into the Abyss

 

Double Fold in the Ears.  Click Clack.  Click Clack.

 

Out flew words, sentences, paragraphs and phrases from every language and worldly alphabet Calendars, days, weeks, months and years flew forth whipping by that any passersby would have been violently slapped if in the pathway The came the faces of Goddess/God Swirling, Twirling, Spinning, Revolved, Jumping Leaping into the Arms of the Beloved…………

 

Kali reached out with multiply arms to grab all defectors.  Banishing them to Eternal Limbo in Purgatory 

 

The Mystical Arms of the Seed of Abraham Join Forces in Homage to Yemaya Oshun Jumping in and out of the Sacred Circle Each one grabs a thread intertwining round the Banyon & Bodhi  Trees

 

Levitating and Pirouetting in ecstatic ecstasy

 

Turtles and Trees know the true story

 

Mighty Oaks, Sturdy Sequoias, and wistful Palms sprung up with ease sheltering the dancers from the burning sun and blowing hot Sirocco  sandy Harmattan

 

Bonnetted Women Blew in from Dusky Shore line Forests selling their wares to thirsty travelers.

 

 

https://dancingpalmtrees.com/2017/03/25/red-forest-man-meets-yemaya-oshun/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Share Your World ~~ 2015 Week #25


SHARE YOUR WORLD – 2015 WEEK #25

Share Your World – 2015 Week #25

What did you or did not like about the first apartment you ever rented?

I Loved my apartment because it was all mine and I was partial to the smooth shiny wood floors which I slide back and forth on just for fun!  Indoor skating. I also loved the large rooms and proximity to goods, services & amenities.

Romare Bearden with cat
Romare Bearden with cat

What kind of art is your favorite? Why?

Personally my favorite type of art to create are collages. I Love creating collages.  I can’t draw a straight line but I enjoy viewing the Old Masters Paintings like Rembrandt, Vermeer, Hals and Jan Steen. The Dutch Masters are some of my favorites.  I also Love 19th Century Art including the Impressionists, Post Impressionists, Realism, Surrealists, etc…  I also Love African American artists like Kara Walker, Jean-Michel Basquiat, Augusta Savage, Jacob Lawrence, Henry Ossawa Tanner, Faith Ringgold, Horace Pippin, Romare Bearden and Kehinde Wiley.   One of my goals is to visit art museums in England, Italy, France and Spain.  I’m also an amateur photographer.  Sometimes in my imagination I see myself as the next Romare Bearden or Jean-Michel Basquiat.  I created a well received family photo collage for an employee art exhibit a few years ago.  In March I made more collages which I plan to put together hopefully to be displayed in a small exhibit.  I have big dreams.

How many siblings do you have? What’s your birth order?

I only have one sibling my brother Stephen.  http://nyti.ms/1BktTeP   I am the oldest by two years.

Stephen Vincent Palmer ~ QCP Christmas Party 2013
Stephen Vincent Palmer ~ QCP Christmas Party 2013

Complete this sentence:  I’m dreaming of a white …. (and no you can’t use Christmas as your answer)

I’m Dreaming of a White Sandy Beach on a Sun swept Caribbean Island.

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

I am grateful that last weekend I was able to spend time with my brother Stephen seeing Jurassic World movie and going to see the Basquiat Special Exhibit at the Brooklyn Museum.  My brother Stephen has Autism but has a wide variety of interests that include movies, art, sports, theater, etc.. My hope, prayer and goal is to spend more time with Stephen this summer and fall having fun.  https://www.brooklynmuseum.org/exhibitions/basquiat_notebooks/

Tamra Davis (American, b. 1962). Still from A Conversation with Basquiat, 2006. 23 min., 22 sec. © Tamra Davis. Courtesy of the artist. By permission of the Estate of Jean-Michel Basquiat, all rights reserved. Photo: Jonathan Dorado, Brooklyn Museum
Tamra Davis (American, b. 1962). Still from A Conversation with Basquiat, 2006. 23 min., 22 sec. © Tamra Davis. Courtesy of the artist. By permission of the Estate of Jean-Michel Basquiat, all rights reserved. Photo: Jonathan Dorado, Brooklyn Museum

I plan on going back to the Brooklyn Museum Basquiat special exhibit before it ends in August and I hope to take my brother to see the Brooklyn Cyclones (minor league baseball team) sometime this summer.   http://www.brooklyncyclones.com/home/#homegraph_663

Brooklyn Cyclones
Brooklyn Cyclones