Tag: Abandoned Lots

The Quilted Loom

On By dancingpalmtreesIn Kimono, Surrealism, Surrealists, The Quilted Loom, Uncategorized4 Comments

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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.

 

 

Red Forest Man Meets Yemaya Oshun

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Evicted 

On By dancingpalmtreesIn Uncategorized12 Comments

Evicted

Abandoned ~~ Unwanted | Tossed aside

When you own nothing, you are nothing.

Just piles of clothes. Discarded furniture and hurriedly packing to beat the City Marshals lock on your front door.

Belongings helter skelter across 3 1/2 rooms. Rooms that no longer belong to you because rent unpaid.

One tends to lose people and things unexpectedly.

1st Dad died. Then Mom.  Pieces of Me were lost along the way.

The Little Cleaning Woman me took one look at the fake Christmas tree and ornaments then proclaimed, Into the Trash with that Shit! There are no more celebrations for people like you. People always in transition. Always in flux.  When you were forcibly transitioned out of your American Dream job then your life became the American Nightmare.

I am an Anachronism to my time. 

 

Gaia Reclaiming Her Land

On By dancingpalmtreesIn Fulton Street, Fusion Poetry, Hodgepodge Poetry, Photographs, Photography, Poems, Poetry, This Land is Your Land - Woody Guthrie, Uncategorized1 Comment

 

Land formerly wood, concrete and metal of long forgotten torn down buildings must give way to Queen Gaia as she Reclaims Land abandoned whilst She Festooning it with wild Beauty.

No. Not weeds to Her. But cordial Flora, Plants, bushes, sapling trees, flowers finding a home plus phenomenal growth where no man can pass allowing birds and small animals sanctuary during spring into summer.

Dancing happily flowing with gentle breezes. Tonight the woodland Nymphs shall dance with abandon around and through dusky moss green covers.

All Photos taken along Fulton Street in Brooklyn, NY.