One Hundred Nine Years
Salvador Dalí and An Egg Václav Chochola, 1969 Ten tens and nine Fifty-four and a half, doubled CIX The anima breath, sent forth To circle the earth A magnum opus On this sacred wind Sinewy fingers grasping To pluck at bones of wisdom The ancient hand will raise you up You shall see the valley Of tiny frogs hidden Under a liquid sky, tinged with pink The moss of the lost city beckons The river of colors washes your eyes Birds will nest in your ears And lay eggs with messages To be opened with teeth You will bring them to me Your ears with egg messages And we will eat the prophecies Only thus shall we live forever Beyond the jungle In the cup of dreams LiNdA...
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Yaquina Head Newport, Oregon Your gentle hand A healing balm The call to rest A bee’s nest calms Amid voices shrill We tend our fears A war is raging The boot stamp nears Ocean’s song O’er passions spread No hearts shall bleed Nor tears we’ll shed Calumny tales To our ears burn Salt mist sprays The graceful tern Turn away the notes Of riotous creed Breathe sweetened air From a blossom freed LiNdA...
Read More36 Days
Cropped image of Erasmus von Rotterdam Hans Holbein the Younger Oil on limewood, 1523 Reads like 36 years This strange chapter In this anomalistic volume This mendacium vade mecum We turn the pages Day by day An exposition of aberrant acts Written in crayon But we are the truth In the face of untruth We are the honesty On the field of dishonor We are the art On the canvas of thought The harmonic timbre In the vibration of souls We are the love That will destroy the enmity We are the liaison To Cicero LiNdA...
Read MoreA Cello in My Ear
Antique handmade miniature cello Martin Cullier, Paris – 1907 A cosmic string Drawn out and vibrating A deepening tone Filling my left ear I listen to your words A murmurous hush Held against The ebony fingerboard Your voice draping softly A sonorous arco Touching my face With mellow resonance The euphonious cadence Of a rhythmic dilation Brings the cello song To prominence LiNdA
Read MoreA Toast to Buñuel
Surrealist Filmmaker, Luis Buñuel A red spirit Wafting sweet Eaters of beef A libation complete Into this glass Our bodies thrown Bones rattling Melting cologne To golden ages A ruffled bride Galaxy dreams The gown cast aside Barks the dog To wide-eyed keep Bourgeois arms From knowing sleep LiNdA
Read MoreA Muted Voice
Words unspoken In a silent room Their meaning carried On a falling leaf The leaf that fell From your hair As you passed beneath A drooping branch A voice unnecessary For your visit this night The voice of a Muse Need not roar A hushed murmur Indeed a whisper Has volume enough To penetrate the void The distance between us Marked in time But not intent For you are ever present In the spaces between The days are numbered The voice sublime As a rhythmic harmony And your quiet utterance Fragrantly sweet As a sliver of a moon Crushed in lavender...
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