Surreal Stories, Very Tall Tales
Late spring chill
Crow conversation
Robin song
Yard work start
A leaf blower’s tune
Mow a lawn
Humans’ walks
Glad wide smiling dogs
School ending
Delivery
Those Amazon vans
Packages
Yard sale prep
Things long forgotten
Wow old things
News avoid
Sun superlative
Cat happy
Morning lounge
Up and at ’em not
Failed attempt
Phone in hand
Perhaps a podcast
No doughnuts
Chickadees
From evergreens sing
Pines and firs
Mind working
No coffee required
Put down phone!
Following are a few images that make me happy. Word images, that is. Without photos I can dream my own paintings from a trio of colors, fabrics, and objects, (or creatures.) and maybe you can paint your own imaginations too? 🙂
Burgundy silk, pink tulips, Rachmaninoff,
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Daisies, yellow taffeta, blue dragonfly
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Spotted towhee, sound of falling water, blue linen
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Robin’s egg blue, Saint-Saens, Jane Austen’s Persuasion
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A cat, a sunny spot, James Herriot’s All Creatures Great and Small
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A Jersey Cow, dandelions, Henry Beston’s Northern Farm
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Ice blue, a city high rise apartment, Alfred Hitchcock’s film, Rear Window
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A breezy, sunny day, pink gingham, Agatha Christie’s The 4:50 From Paddington
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Blue dotted Swiss, Hector Berlioz, a countryside drive
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Black leather gloves, a pearl necklace, Raymond Chandler’s short story, Pearls Are a Nuisance
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A copper vase, red gladiolas, a missing, wildly expensive ruby ring
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Dashiell Hammer’s The Maltese Falcon, a very vintage manual typewriter, a 1940s Los Angeles newspaper
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Moonlight sees her love, but at great
Distance.
It’s winter, and she is cold;
Longs for him.
Sunlight is absent,
His work,
Intense. He will
Return.
Alas, her patience dwindles.
He is a hemisphere
Away.
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Moonlight envies other
Couples.
Comfortable, warm in their homes,
Sharing evening wine
Before
Fires.
Reading Joyce,
Yeats,
Wordsworth to
Each Other.
Some dine and dance in
Candlelight,
They miss her love too.
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Candlelight is Moonlight’s
Familiar.
Her magic soothes,
Brings out
Affection in hesitant humans.
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The Equinox.
If Moonlight can hold on,
Her lover returns.
Intimate embrace,
Starlight,
Ecstatic.
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Van Gogh’s ghost celebrates with
Sunflowers.
Monet’s, with water
Lilies.
Moonlight’s silver
Merges with Sunlight’s
Golden
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Time rewards
Those
Patient
I whisper in the
Forest
The firs,
Listen
I talk to the
Sequoias.
An increase in my volume
I’m jealous.
They get to visit the
Sky.
Sometimes the trees sleep there.
They shelter the constellations –
From Orion’s bow and
Arrow.
Leo, Aries, Taurus.
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The pink trillium,
Envious also.
They stretch their petals
Try to increase their
Reach
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The mushrooms long to go
Up,
They can only rappel.
Their underground gossip
Network.
We are thwarted, they
Say.
Why are we stunted?
They ask.
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Breeze whistles.
She can go anywhere she
Pleases.
The tree tops,
Houses of humans,
Through windows,
French and Dutch doors left
Open.
If top is closed, go
Under.
She can’t be foiled.
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Breeze visits me at my writing
Desk
Papers
Shift.
She brings
Daydreams.
Of woodland scents,
Pine pitch, a fir’s fallen
Branches that feed the forest
Floor.
Their height forever
Lost.
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I reach for my pen.
I daydream.
I draw.
Firs that reach to Venus
Trillium that hugs Ursa Minor
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Distant night
Stars,
With nectar,
Bursting, falling.
Hummingbird sips,
Greedy.
Spruce high,
Her Earth home,
Wings quickened,
Tiny heart works,
Paints moonlight
Ruby, emerald, golden.
Dragonfly slumbers.
Of a longer life,
Dreams.
While she sleeps, darning needle
Weaves her wings with
Hoped for
Magic.
Honeybees also,
Sleep
Sandman sprinkles
Dust,
Hypnotic.
Pines dream of a reach sky high.
An evergreen’s
Silk road
To the
Moon
Pink parchment black pen
Love words from nib swift spilled swirled
Hydrangea letter
Vintage ink newsprint
Poppies graphite line drawing
Wedding announcement
Assignation past
A romance promise unkept
Runaway bride fright
Dress sold parchment torn
Poppies drawn withered torn lace
Chamomile daisies
Time and tears years pass
Gown patched in vintage shop found
Still Life of heartbreak
Painting bright brilliant
Onyx vase poppies crimson
Gift long ago love
Gift wrapped planned meeting
A Still Life in velvet/lace
Memories repair a Still Life of
Love
Oil on canvas, embroidery in silk,
Poppies flourish in garden, new.
Lovely Canterbury Bells. Not oil on canvas, but photo in digital. 🙂
Old oak teaches young,
History
Many greats ancestors,
Fossilized.
Pressed between limestone
Pages.
Of megaannums,
Myth,
As well, truth.
Chapters buried under layers of
Stone, earth.
Time, the
Author
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Age, young tree cannot
Fathom.
Then, fathoms of seas,
Deep
Old says, where we stand,
Once water.
She tells Young,
More years,
Many more years will go
By.
You will grow tall,
Elegant, she
Says.
Robins will nest in your
Branches.
Families.
They are trees of another kind
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Old says, now rain is on its
Way
Our thirst will be
Quenched.
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Young says, Elder,
Tomorrow will you tell me more
Stories?
I want to
Listen.
A River at gloaming,
Then,
Night.
Movement.
Away from village.
Toward forested
Secrets,
Wildlife, resting or
Hunting?
Moonlight, dimmed but
Reckless.
River rushes,
Works.
The art of its voice,
As nighttime narrative.
Its journey disguises sounds,
Of lovers
Coupling,
Of ancient stones come to
Life.
Fabric of water, smooth silken
Shadows,
Cobalt, silver.
Its destination,
The tides.
Swallowed by sea dragons guarding
Their
Keeps.
Keeping their confidences.
Aspiring to conquer fire breathing
Islands.
The tales they could tell of River At Night.
A Lady Beetle’s spotted
Dress
Lucky red with tiny black
Sequins
Aphid on rose leaf, soon to her
Belly
Stroke of lovely
Fortune
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June Bug’s front porch
Journey
Villain or misunderstood?
Both?
To bullfrog, delicious
Snack
A bugger in dread of human foot
Crunch
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Paper Wasp, origami
Builder
Stinger outfitted, nature’s predator or
Helper?
Both?
Fraidy cat girl runs
Away
Little bro’s path,
Blocked! Overdue
Apology
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One mosquito – sleepless
Night
Buzz, buzz. That theremin
Whine
Lights on. A search high/
Low
Lights on/
Off
Blood sucking hide/seek
Expert
Annoyed girl’s theremin
Whine
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Summer’s insects, the stories they could tell!
If they
Survive. Â
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Damselfly,
By another name
Darns blades of grass,
Sometime dowser –
Water lover.
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Rose bush spider.
Ruefully,
Eyes flies
Her familiar,
Her precious silk.
Weaves.
Waits.
Incautious prey
Plus
Fiber, magical.
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Morning, misted.
Clover makes bare feet feel,
Welcome.
Buzzing bumbles cast spells,
Meditative,
Calm.
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Remember,
Look up!
Wandering Cirrus.
Cumulonimbus.
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Towhees, fledged.
Crows, eyes peeled.
Their throaty, murderous
Song.
Open windows, breezes,
Blue satin, shenanigans.
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Choose your own adventure,
A novel in stories,
Shade of maples,
Love under weeping.
Willows.
Couples part.
Couples join.
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The tales Summer could tell.
Rebellious Hazelnuts 