Easter (American Sentences)

Posted April 16, 2017 by ManicDdaily
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Easter (American Sentences)

March–skirt puffs up
like blossoms
blown back–Easter–
the net on
best hats.

April–sun crossed the nave–Easter–
waves of short white gloves almost
too warm.

Old lady’s
Easter–
even the memory
of Death’s held hand
unclasps.

Its palm warm
as blossom, soft as
worn gloves, lets go for today
all stones.

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Draft poem for Kerry O’Connor’s prompt on Real Toads to write a poem using Allan Ginsburg 17 syllable American Sentences.  Drawing mine; pastel on paper.  April 2017, all rights reserved. 

Villanelle of Voices Overheard in Payback 2017

Posted April 15, 2017 by ManicDdaily
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Villanelle of Voices Overheard in Payback 2017
(obviously, the “we” here does not speak for me.)

Rights for you? A damned disgrace.
So, why not just shut-the-“f” up
as we put you in your place

because we hate your [insert] face–
we leave the blank–you fill it up–
rights for you a damned disgrace.

Oh, maybe we’ll allow you space
to overflow, then wash, our cup,
as we put you in your place–

Your proffered talent?  Total waste!
Don’t tell us that our science sucks–
rights for you are damned.  Disgrace,

to us, but egg on face.
Ho ho, ha ha, it up we yuck
while we put you in your place.

Don’t care if our cum leaves a trace–
at least “true” rape should shut you up.
Rights for you a damned disgrace–
just let us put you in your place.

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For Rommy’s prompt on Real Toads to write in the voice of a villain.  The picture (mine) doesn’t really go with the poem, but I am using it because I find that reading books is about all that gives relief in these depressing days.  Obviously, the “we” voice doesn’t speak for me here.  Hopefully, it doesn’t speak for very many in actuality–

 

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Three Charcoals After Redon

Posted April 15, 2017 by ManicDdaily
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More craziness for April 2017.  Charcoal on paper.  All rights reserved.  Karin Gustafson.

 

More faces in tree, charcoal, pastel

Posted April 15, 2017 by ManicDdaily
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April (Easter Saturday) 2017, all rights reserved, k. gustafson. 

Good Friday effort

Posted April 14, 2017 by ManicDdaily
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Attempt at Good Friday pastel.  All rights reserved.  April 2017. 

Chalk

Posted April 14, 2017 by ManicDdaily
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April 2017, pastel on paper, all rights reserved, Karin Gustafson. 

Also pencil on paper

Posted April 8, 2017 by ManicDdaily
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Also pencil on paper, April 2017.  I may go rather hog wild on these as drawing and visual art (absent elephants and without too many little dogs) is such a new thing for me.  Thanks.  K

Back to Drawing Board

Posted April 8, 2017 by ManicDdaily
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In a very nice place right now, but not with mental space for April poems so am going back to posting drawings.  Will probably do them as separate posts rather than combined. Hope all are well.  K. 
Ps above pencil on paper, all rights reserved.  

Chemical Attack, Syria, April 2017

Posted April 5, 2017 by ManicDdaily
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Chemical Attack, Syria, April 2017

Walls left
in place and cores of joist
but seeping through the doors
of perception a fog of more than war, that takes
all space, all time–no place can escape
one’s skin, no line stand long
between lungs, breath; no barricade bar
this death.

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For April and Real Toads prompt by Bjorn Rudberg on space time.  Heartbreaking what is happening. 

Drawing mine, based on Goya.

Persisting

Posted April 4, 2017 by ManicDdaily
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Persisting

They didn’t want her to find
any treasure.

When her eyes went out, she went
feelingly,
learning with hands’ crawl the touch
of ore.

But when her hands were taken,
such methods worked no more,
her mouth could not walk, her tongue despaired of carrying
even the smallest gems.

In the sway of that dismemberment,
something gave way
to wings, the black beads of
blinkless eyes,
and though, this was wondrous
in itself, it took her some time not to miss the stones
she’d so long pocketed,
song still foreign to her,
words no longer familiar.

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Poem of sorts for April, 2017, open link prompt on Real Toads, hosted by Marian,

Pic is mine, pencil on paper, all rights reserved for poem/pic, as always.