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Lustre

to the sunrise deprived

and the sunset depleted

rest your eyes, listen to me

make sure you are seated

..

your anemic soul wears aura pale

thirsting for answers of light

circadian constrained, faltering, frail

pupils dimming, desperate for sight

..

so let me describe

in this most wistful scribe

blissed, burnished memories held

of sun’s exquisite horizon meld

..

my beloved misanthrope

these heavens are a pastiche of your dreams

through my exuberant eyes you will gasp

at such

phantasmagoric

scenes

Cacophony undone

to examine the acoustics of silence

consider the space between heartbeats

devoid of decibels

my fingertips a stethoscope

your steady vibration, my cue

perhaps now hold your breath

your sanguine streams may calm

i’ll seek a shudder, then pause

savouring stillness, for love

be our cause

those moments mute between whispers

will deafen as crisp delight

as eyelids fall in deft quietude

under tranquil glow of our first night

even the alley dogs

ever alert under window ajar

will be lulled by

a stagnant blue moonlit sky

for between the hushed evening breeze

exist the piercing silences

of you

of I

Inspired, with gratitude, by the phrase “acoustics of silence”as penned by Christine at

Poet’s Love Song

My life as a play

i have lost my taste for the everyday

a maudlin, empty theatre play

scenes dehydrate…

the set walls slide away

and

dramatic briskness falls bland

exit directed by a lone stage hand

doors bolted

 

seeking solace instead

i seek a grander outdoor stage

my soul bindle wrapped tight

grasping firmly, this new page

so captivating a script

 

in which

I wander along barren sands

an enlightened journey to me

as ocean laps, rubbing stones to shine

a hand reaches ever gently for mine

and we walk

untethered to place

and time

us two, centre stage

under warm spotlight shine

The Word

Let us not say

the word

for once it is spoken

it cannot be

unheard

 

instead

 

feel it

on my skin

as morse code under feathered touch

dots, stray dashes and such

 

hear it

in dawn sighs

and half dream whispers

that mesmerize

 

taste it

in a collapsed soufflé

that with excruciating attention

brought laughter to our day

 

smell it

as the morning scent of jasmine flower

missed by sleeping neighbours

we rejoice our private, shared hour

 

and see it

when our eyes meet and gently hold

in blink free wonder

that word

is told

A colourful share

I know so much of The Wandering Armadillo shall be my own work, but from time to time I will be compelled to share brilliance stemming from the arts. A small token of my admiration.

I adore this artist’s work! It is almost how I see the world and why I travel so slowly. Senses overwhelmed by the magic of it all. Absorbing every detail, with the saturated colours exploding.

May your day be filled with blasts of colour,  scents of nature and a smile for a stranger. Enjoy!

 

Australian painter, sculptor and print maker Marie Jönsson-Harrison is known globally for her colourful and energetic “Naïve” and “Outsider” Art. Outsider Art, writes Gloucestershire-based artist, lecturer and art therapist David Maclagan (as I have already mentioned): refers, in a very open-ended way, to extraordinary works created by people who are in some way on the margins of society, and […]

via Marie Jönsson-Harrison: Naïve and Outsider Art in Paintings, Prints and Sculptures — On Art and Aesthetics

Thanks Tulika B, I love your articles!