Los abuelos,
the old ones,
know the music
of embers
and ashes,
hold both longing
and love
under a holy
chalice of stars.
Okay, this is icky, but maybe I will try another one later. I like the picture. Maybe you can do something with it!
It makes me think of that old song BOTH SIDES NOW: I've looked at life from both sides now, from win and lose, and still somehow, it's life's illusions I recall--I really don't know life at all.
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6 comments:
Who is the painter you've been featuring?
P.S. Have enjoyed all the poems!
Dunno. I got the pictures from a site of Optical Illusions.... Glad you've enjoyed the poems!
Love it, that holy chalice of stars, swoon.
You are so clever the way you just keep on producing wonderful posts.
Food for thought and unique angles on this wonderful , strange and often twisted world of ours. I admire your output.
I value your blogger friendship.
Why, thanks, Jo and Chief, for saying nice things. I value your friendship, too!
Why, thanks, Jo and Chief, for saying nice things. I value your friendship, too!
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