Prelude & Basso Ostinato, Ballada, Prelude, Harlem Mist, and Angelico (- and – I suppose I may be tempted to leave a Haiku – but – only after listening to Angelico or the previous prelude. Hmmmm – perhaps a Sicilian Tercet…)
Ah, but, I must soon stop hovering and awaken.
(ok- it’s true I did see the sun rise – but – I’m still in that blue hour mode)
(Prelude & Basso Ostinato
(Prelude – from the ”Petite Suite”, performed by M. Henriques)
(”Harlem Mist” – from the album *Wilderness)
(”Angelico” – from Musica Callada / Book 1 – 1)
Dripping rays of light
trickling through – key after key
as the gentlest rain
trickling, A sweet torrent mist in the night,
adrift mid-air then settling in layers,
wraps yon blue hour as it comes to full height
from that moistened, warm heart that drifts and sails
aloft, mid-air then settling in prayers
as the blanket is woven – for one’s trails
Ok – ok – I had seen the following video posted and had saved its LINK to watch later when I’d come back .
(so I’ll leave it here as well, for when I come back). It was to have been posted yesterday, but I got sidetracked.
( I suppose I can also leave a link with the full proceedings, https://youtu.be/j5u1skEoqLs?t=354 )
Wishing all a nice day –
a fractal casting
of Euclidean silence
dances on my leg
a rustling of leaves,
tangents – timidly pacing
the night on each foot
sprawled upon the ground
lay many moving shadows.
– just shuffled through three.
(this very moment..)
the battle blazes,
doth glow the fields of repentence
— upon bodies, stacked.
bursting in blossoms
smiles yon almond tree, sweely
unto the heavens
(Blossoming forth bursts yon almond tree.
Where are you little cricket?
”I dream at your feet” – it answers.)
stars carried, slowly
the lone cricket dreams nested
next its almond tree
feet on the warm sand
eyes drifting brisk high, brisk low
swells of indigo
Haiku Yellow Blue
Kandinsky colours 2
Colours two (?) line 2 (?)
( ? ) – to / two / too
(Although I do not want to impose in any way any imagery of mine outside of what the words suggest, so as to leave that to each that should com upon this post, I confess that I can’t help myself from leaving a picture of my dog on the beach when he was but a pup.. I love this picture. I know what I’ll do, I’ll leave it way down on the post, in hopes of not ruining the read)