Friday,
November 27, 2015
9:08 PM
blau poem christmas 2010
Thy name in
full,
note, placed gently in a
keepsake,
sealed, within the
hand,
precious is the life we give each day and every day to ourselves and others
which we care
of,
minutes pass,
hours slip away,
I saw you,
fierce, as fierce as
I, yet too, bone and
flesh,
Eclipsed, of half the world begins, until thou journey unto the end, Oranges,
apples, strawberries, cheese grilled with
eggplant,
Eye to eye,
pinch my face once
directly,
Shoulders meet in the breath before the windy city hurls my wings far atop a
cloud once and again,
Sun and moon, spill
-over the sea,
Mammoth spirits
whisper in my ear forever,
Ever,
For,
Wash me with your
mind,
the same return for
you I think,
Yellow Days to
Remember with a somber orchards glow,
Small children
riding on blue stones over fresh waters swiftly skipping ripples,
Unforgotten lemons
gold,
More laugher than
the year is long, as giggles –cover my ancient face,
Dreams, and dreaming
full,
Rubics, showered me
with blau, unwashable,
Innocents
undenighed,
A Bold wash of
colours brighter than any rains bow, calling out on clay and paper trees,
Molded, to
perfection,
Unfrozen, un-
medusa,
un,
Happily again, like
pie,
Though, somewhat
better foods, I know -for every day in every weather,
Snow falls, falling
falling, bits of magic blue from sky,
Lite,
slumber,
brisk memories of
visionaries of one life appear inside,
Freesia scented
-wreaths of blustery pines fill a home -a heart -a mind,
Today I hear the
crackle of the whipoorwil’s tail,
Tomorrow,
Yes,
Tomorrow it will be
the same,
Until undone
lightening,
Until spirits
weaken,
Until two undo the
minds work,
Until a confident
voice calls again in times of pain,
Until the granted
get their ways,
Until the soft
lovely sound of your voice decides to ride the other way,
A speech from you,
who are you or are you as you say you are and will be always to me,
A lecture of love,
what am i to you, you to me,
Strong and weak in
burntish umber, blue, green, red, and pink painted colours on a crystal ball
trapped inside a house,
realities spriter
than the spritest song of tall tall Hickory trees swaying gently,
On and on, the life
inside, and even out, though my schedule is sometimes rather slow,
Always thoughtful,
always kind, even in the coldest rain’s day,
I want to let
myself,
I don’t want,
You’re sheer today,
Sweet,
Looking at myself,
mirror’s of the hall
-I saw you.
written by artist
TRACEE
PICKETT
DECEMBRE 1 2010
9:20 pm
BLAU
From <http://blaupoem-blog.tumblr.com/>
ROASTED RED POTATOES POEM
Soft lom,
soft an sweet russet brown umber tone,
a love more than the fields are golden a love is,
fine the lom of the soil riche,
fine as fine can be of fine sweet it is the russet a place to love,
the umber sound calling out upon the ground to know som of the lom if none known,
love for
ROASTED RED POTATOES it is a golden day,
BURR butter French a creamed crème de crème,
in a sweet day to pluck the basket of potatoes from the russet lom.
A love indeed of umber the sound of my inert lily mind can sing out russet.
Just the word,
lom,
Russet,
Lom,
singing of the golden field of ROASTED RED POTATOES.
Author TRACEE PICKET
T
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Trickle
If I could turn a
trickle into a streem,
that flows into and ocean,
I would have no fear of cardboard boxes,
I would enjoy the lemon ade and ice cold ice tea, for 352 days a year,
that flows into and ocean,
I would have no fear of cardboard boxes,
I would enjoy the lemon ade and ice cold ice tea, for 352 days a year,
Laughter in my
heart,
eyes of golden blue,
in reflections of the soil worth and sky blue,
eyes of golden blue,
in reflections of the soil worth and sky blue,
Whole a being,
mustard.
Words ecco in my
ears a peace calmer than calmest a pond under an emrald tree canopy,
If I could turn a
Trickle into a Streem, that flows into an ocean,
I would have no fear
of empty boxes.
RED
Red bluer than blue,
Inside the bellies
umber,
A ticklished
lauphter released,
Sweeter a sound felt
unknown,
Sweeter a morning
never gone,
Sweeter a love never
lost,
Soft a field of
whete golden ablaze a gold is
Soft a eye in the mirror of myself sweet a gold to
hold a prize inside my love,
A lovely heads eye
inside a mirror no ghost
A lovely mirror
inside a eye so wide,
Red bluer than blue
inside the bellies umber.
Rubix cube
Rubix cube put me
back together, I am the same, I see the same,
I am the same, aye,
prince of mine, I see you now,
A pond reflection of
a mirror in a tall tall grasses I see you now,
Splashed down from
the sky is blue unwashable upon a stones throw.
Stones skipping
ripples of a childs giggle inside my head I see,
A small child riding
upon a blue stone slowly,
Skipping ripples, a
tug at a rein a rubic cube put me back together, I am the same,
I see the same, I am
the same.
March 6th 20
GREEN Onion
I skip the ground with red on my face,
a place before the sky
a day a week a month a year
a magic hat is why
the time ticks on with green onion green, greener each spring
I was a small child, looking up with a golden foiled chocolate egg in my hands as my eyes widened
I was a wide eye girl, once too
my mothers face a pearl,
sweeter than a life so long,
longed to see her in the times of the onion grasses so riche,
so calm,
longed to see her in the times of the onion grasses so riche,
so calm,
a love to her, pearled face so bright,
her smile at later life and two.
To skip the Ground with Red on my face, a sweeter life, could never be, as my mothers pearled face,
a love I have deeper than the sea.
Green Onions Are, greener than Green, and never Blue,
that of the tallest trees and finest hat,
in my life there will always be.
Crowned upon her head, I will always place the pearls a crown,
my mother will always always be.
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