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Monday in Paris #2

Saint Jean-Baptiste by Jean Dampt at the Musee d’Orsay

with words spoken to my heart

~ and ~

a silent kiss placed upon my soul,

she speaks to me in a voice…

interpreted

by my imagination.

February 18, 2019 at 1:11 pm 2 comments

Monday in Paris

Pont Alexandre III Bridge

“such quiet

beauty

has

embraced

my rackety soul ~ ~ ~”

Paris….to be continued….

February 11, 2019 at 2:08 pm 2 comments

10 for Tuesday = 10 word story #8

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“one person’s

scribbled words

can be

another person’s

literary masterpiece.”

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March 24, 2015 at 12:32 pm 4 comments

Wordless Wednesday – Watchful Eyes

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PeytonsEagle

a splash of color till Spring provides her own…

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March 11, 2015 at 12:17 pm 8 comments

Weekly Photo Challenge – Orange you glad it’s photo challenge time?

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Mr. Jazz Man

Mr. Jazz Man – drawn by Peyton in 2004 – age 6

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saks

artist – my mom, drawn while in high school, 1960

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photo 2(5)

Jordan’s 6′ Oscar, wearing a t-shirt given to him many years ago…

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Bonus photo: Sydnee Pee, wearing a multitude of orangey-ish (depends on the lighting) colors

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This week’s challenge encompasses the color orange.  It seems I have quite a bit of orange on my walls and walking around the house.  As one can see above, each element of orange, is related to the arts in some way, including the bonus photo.  My son Peyton has always enjoyed drawing and painting.  My mother’s dream was to become a commercial artist.  My son Jordan is on his way to becoming a ‘big deal’ in Hollywood and Sydnee Pee – everyone knows she is the quintessential super model and dramatic actress.

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https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/orange/

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March 6, 2015 at 7:02 pm 11 comments

Wordless Wednesday – a substitute until…

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Peyton's pretty flowers.

Peyton’s pretty flowers – 2008

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March 4, 2015 at 1:43 pm Leave a comment

a metronome ~

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this concerto i live

breathes

the same melody

…day after day…

solo adagios of somber and cloudy grays

yet

an allegro of color can burst on to the scene

and

PRESTO ~ ~ life does not feel as dull as it seems!

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March 2, 2015 at 2:28 pm 10 comments

Infinity – Symphony 1, Op. 1

Overture – Introduction

Somewhere a heart is beating

to a rhythm known only to my touch ~

This is where a concerto of possibility… awaits…

First Movement – Opening Sonata – Allegro

There is an anticipation wrapped in silence

~ followed by a glance ~

A spark of enchantment enveloping two spirits

whereupon inspiring

a beguiling yet frolicsome tone…

Second Movement – Adagio

The timbre of two hearts

create a crescendo of expression

~ building a bridge to a melody ~

A pathway to feelings not quite understood

but

present in both mind and body…

Third Movement – Barcarolle

Each

Moment is given,

Each moment received,

Each moment is a gift,

in which two hearts

~ may breathe as one ~

and

Sail on a dream through

each sunrise and sunset of love…

Fourth Movement – Scherzo

Flitting about

Each spirit reacts ~

a lively gigue of giggles and glee

Such joy excites!

~ a pulse ~

Racing!

Leaping!

Impelling two dreams to be as one…

Fifth Movement (final) – Meditation/Sonata

Love’s melody can soar

to unbridled heights ~

above quiet clouds

and

stormy seas… yet…

the passage of time can

temper each spirit as harmony

~ struggles ~

to find the right key…

Oh…

the cadenza of passion can be blazing or frigid

scattering doubts

just like a breeze ~ ~ ~

~ always transforming ~

the rhythm of two hearts…….

composing a symphony of infinite possibilities………

composed by ksr

 

 

 

August 22, 2014 at 3:09 pm 33 comments

the muse

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the scent of Chanel still lingers,

though her pulse is no longer felt

she has left him in the darkness ~

robbing him of his capacity to create.

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as he sits quietly on his stool

staring at nothing but his hands,

he tries desperately

to remember

the first moment she captured his mind…

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it was so many years ago

when she opened the door ~

each curve captured his imagination,

gave him a purpose,

fueled his drive

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but

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now

she is gone for eternity,

time has robbed him

of his life ~

two hands forever empty,

his passion

no longer alive.

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August 7, 2014 at 5:49 pm 23 comments

the ballerina

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purity of lines

grace and strength emanating

beauty of ballet

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Paquita 2

a lifetime ago…

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July 9, 2014 at 3:00 pm 13 comments

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