Posted in Imagination, Literature, Poetry, Surrealism, World, tagged America, Earth, highway, salamander, sky on May 6, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Cloudy ember sky
One-lined highway salamander
stretching into it
– Niebla
This was written in response to a 3WW contribution with a stunning American highway and sky photograph at Piece of Pie.
Posted in Food, Hermeticism, Humor, Imagination, Literature, Mystery, Poetry, Surrealism, Words, World, tagged blue, blue planet, galactic hitchhiker, Planet Blue, sci-fi on April 29, 2008 | 2 Comments »
I am on a different planet every day,
and today’s planet is small – the horizon
curves nearby, and I’m afraid I’ll fall off
if I walk more than a mile. Five miles,
and I’d be standing on my head.
This planet is blue and patterned, as if
somebody had traced curves in the sand
on a beach. It is a pleasant, [...]
Posted in History, Imagination, Life, Literature, Mystery, Poetry, World, tagged Earth, future, gearbox, globalization, in mesh, in sync on April 27, 2008 | 4 Comments »
The future of the planet
is rewriting itself
continually
through trillions
of forces acting
on it – in or out of
mesh and more or less
in and out of sync
– Niebla
Written for Sunday Scribblings #108 – the future of the planet.
Note
I feel that we are inevitably drifting – being driven, driving ourselves – towards more mesh and sync, as painful as [...]
Posted in Blabla, Imagination, Life, Literature, Nature, Words, World, tagged 3WW, chance encounter, Grand Canyon, Hopi Point on April 24, 2008 | 5 Comments »
“Stop!”
I turned around.
There was a girl in her late teens, a redhead with freckles, somewhat chubby, in blue shorts and a bright red t-shirt, who was looking at me.
“Were you talking to me?”
“I was. There’s nobody else around, is there?”
It was true – it was early evening, the sun was about to set, and the [...]
Posted in Eden, Imagination, Literature, Mystery, Mysticism, Paradise, Poetry, Surrealism, Words, World, tagged angel, Babylon, Bessie Smith, blue, breasts, eye, infinity, Mayan, roses, seductress on April 21, 2008 | 2 Comments »
I walk across a spill of objects on bare chafed feet.
I step on drum jugs and notice they’re breasts,
but hard, their nipples like the flat ends of hazelnuts.
A forest of wind-blown trees fades into greyness.
Amidst the blowing wind an angel seductress sits,
barely clad, enticing legs professing modesty, doll face
like Bessie Smith but white, head wreathed, [...]
Posted in Blabla, Imagination, Language, Life, Words, tagged color, colors, hues, moods, One Single Impression, tarot on April 21, 2008 | 9 Comments »
Color moods for the day (like pulling tarot cards):
Brown = what you have to work with
Washed-out dark blue = weather mood
Orange = the sun you’re longing for
Blue with violet tinge = what you’d want your unknown love to be wearing today
Yellow = think of it and put it inside you
– Niebla
Colors chosen and moods written for [...]
Posted in Imagination, Life, Nature, Poetry, Words, tagged blossom, cherry, flowers, spring on April 20, 2008 | No Comments »
It’s a bright morning. The cool of spring is in the air, the cherry in the yard is in high crystal bloom (the white blossoms look like an explosion of flower crystals around the bare branches
– Niebla
Posted in Blabla, Imagination, Life, Literature, Words, tagged chakora, chatterati, dream analysis, dreams, India, Kanika Gahlaut, onirologist, onirology, page three, stage on April 16, 2008 | 4 Comments »
Harleen Mathur had a reputation as an outstanding albeit controversial onirologist. Among the chatterati of our city it was considered chic to see her. It had not been easy to get an appointment at short notice.
She asked me to reduce my dream to exactly three words and to write them down. I handed her the [...]
Posted in Hermeticism, Imagination, Life, Literature, Poetry, tagged forest, gods, mythology, Nature, nordic, norse, Odin, runes, trees on April 12, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Odin on his horse Sleipnir
Born into this land of rolling hills,
not grand but forested, with the breath
and mystery of birch, beech and pine,
the rattle of industry in one ear,
the whisper of Odin in the other –
be old, be poetic, have mind,
have fury of snow, wind, cold,
parching sun, have feeling
for this earth, have head and
no head, [...]
Posted in Imagination, Life, Poetry, Words, tagged blindness, bound, free, freedom, Kiki Dee, loving, Lyrics, song, Sunday Scribblings on April 12, 2008 | 1 Comment »
A somewhat oblique take on ‘fearless’ at Sunday Scribblings.
Kiki Dee sings about a fearless act when she says ‘I will untangle myself, so that I can see’ … it would be so much easier to continue living in the blind security of being bound. So much easier than venturing ‘out of the shadow and [...]
