Walking

My blogger friend, Mick Mather, celebrates his birthday today. I’ve admired his art for a long time (time is so relative in Blogland…), and especially I love his vision of women. Mick treats women in his art with love, care and respect.

I asked and was given a permission to use Mick’s art to make a video. Here it is: a tribute to Mick’s skills.

Happy birthday, Mick! 

A larger version of the video here.

Time

Time to hurry,

time to wait.

 

Time to be in time,

time to be late.

 

Time is all we have,

time to survive.

If not, it’s time

to say goodbye. 

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The weekly theme for Thursday Challenge is time

Spring Fever

Run, run, run,

catch the first beam

of the sun.

Goodbye ice,

farewell snow,

flow, flow, flow!

 

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The weekly challenge for Moody Monday is spring fever

Hope

Bigger version here.

Broken

I know how it feels

to be broken.

Looking at the pieces of myself.

Trying to save all those fragments of my mind,

Losing  bits of sanity.

So many times,

so many times before.

And now, once again.

As I swore that never, never again.

Here I am, once more.

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The weekly theme for Thursday Challenge is broken

Snowing

Snowing.

The sad slowness of spring.

Brown

Just had to try movie making with Picasa.

Cry

Smile though your heart is aching
Smile even though it's breaking

No, it isn’t like that.

Cry when your heart is aching.

Cry when your mind is breaking.

That’s better.

When there are clouds in the sky, you’ll get by

If you just cry when there’s fear and sorrow

Cry and maybe tomorrow

You’ll see a smile come shining through for you.

If you just cry.

Feelings should be shown. No one is supposed to be happy-go-lucky just for the convenience of other people.

There’s nothing to be afraid of tears. Tears don’t kill you, tears don’t suffocate you. Smiles through tight lips damage you more.

Please, cry.

Getting low

I’ve been taking singing lessons now for almost two years. Maybe you remember my teacher saying “how low do you get…” when I started my lessons.

It’s still the same. My voice belongs to the smoky clubs and there’s no harm if the audience has had a drink or two.

Preferably more.

I’m used to my voice, I’ve had it always, and it doesn’t amaze me to reach and hit the low-pitched range. My teacher just can’t stop wondering how much I’ve been smoking and drinking to get my voice as it is.

I don’t tell her everything. She’s quite young and I like her.

Everyone can’t be a soprano, I say to her. Seriously, do I even look like a soprano, or even an alto, honestly? She stares at me and shakes her head.

I’m glad she doesn’t say I look like her mom.

Maybe her mother doesn’t smoke and drink. Yes, it’s so.

She’s such a well-bred girl.

 

Sounds Of Solitude

People love to talk to each others. People want to connect. People socialize.

But not with the person sitting next to you.

Not with the person you are having coffee with.

No, during a cosy meeting with an acquaintance, this social contact receives calls to the cell phone, saying “I’ll just have to answer this one, ok?” and I continue to stir my cold coffee. 

I sit in the bus and listen to all those phones ringing around me. I look at children who stare blankly out of the bus window while mom is chanting on the phone. I look at two girls, the other is sending a text message while the other girl bites her nails. I hear a man telling her friend he’ll be soon, he’s sitting in the bus, give me ten minutes and I’ll be there.

All this connecting, all this socializing, and still I see so much loneliness around me, isolation in a crowd. Sounds of solitude.

Pink

Pink is the colour of girls,

he said.

Boys instead

wear black and navy blue.

 

Does a horse wear a shoe?

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The weekly theme for Thursday Challenge is pink

Friendship

Mass Murderer's Day

Jack Anger,

deadly looking man.

Poisonous eyes

shooting lethal stares.

With potion

kills his time,

drowns his thoughts.

Jack Anger suffocates his feelings,

all but hate,

making the mass murderer’s day.

 

Craving For

some

colour?

Hear Me

Hear me,

hear me.

Hear me. I’m here. Hear me.

Here. Hear me.