Inspired by Jacob Lawrence's Jukebox
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The warmth of your message was less than that
of a small campfire under a moonless
night, in the dead of winter, after it
had been extinguished with ice water. My
subsequent actions were appropriate.
While walking downtown I heard the laughter
of neighbors with waves of goodnight, and smelled
the first sign of autumn from cleaned chimneys.
I unbuttoned my coat to feel the breeze
across my neck soothing my frustration.
I passed shops already closed for hours, and
prepared myself for the headlights advancing.
Congregated strangers, we touched music
with our movements swaying reverently.
of a small campfire under a moonless
night, in the dead of winter, after it
had been extinguished with ice water. My
subsequent actions were appropriate.
While walking downtown I heard the laughter
of neighbors with waves of goodnight, and smelled
the first sign of autumn from cleaned chimneys.
I unbuttoned my coat to feel the breeze
across my neck soothing my frustration.
I passed shops already closed for hours, and
prepared myself for the headlights advancing.
Congregated strangers, we touched music
with our movements swaying reverently.
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
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If you have already explained this and I missed it, I appologize.
I do enjoy your inspirations!
http://www.dia.org/jacoblawrence/pages/jukebox.html
Thanks for asking!
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
Oh you're most welcome! And shoot, you reminded me of one of my old poems that I posted so, I bumped it up for you to take a gander at and posted a link to the painting that inspired me. It's called Pygmalion and Galatea.
I think you're doing a great job and thanks for the link and the insight!
The simplicity of this line--with all it's implications--is awesome.
It truely is imagery for the blind.
Beautiful poem.
A wee bump for Bibliobella.
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
Well, Fins sparked it but once he did, I knew exactly which poem I wanted to bump! I liked all of them but this one is my favorite!
Puh! You do a damn fine job, woman! Your words paint as beautiful a picture as the strokes he uses on canvas!
I like this part so very much!
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
Uh-huh, her! You are impressive.
Thank you.
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird