Hiatus

Howdy readers!

So, you may have noticed some missing posts and tardiness on my part lately, and if you’re guessing that my art eyes are bigger than my proverbial stomach these days, you’re guessing correctly.

Out of straight-up necessity, I’m going on a temporary hiatus with the daily poems & pictures. I’ll still be sharing exciting art news, but I will pick up the daily posting again within the next couple of months when I’m able to get some items off of my plate. Thanks for your support and understanding.

Marianne

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apologizes for the “mainstream” request

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sits too far away from the microphone

stops a song in the middle because

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Moon

Like dew drops on a spider wire

little lights cling together down

an invisible path

curving along under

the wet summer moon

(Yes, this is yesterday’s poem & picture, yes I’m a day late.)

Cylindrical

thank goodness

the cogs cannot rebel

the pumps don’t take days off

the pistons won’t call in sick

to work, the keys don’t object

to the locks

how screwed we would be

if the nuts and bolts

and gears just walked

 

Here’s this week’s poll. Remember, I’ll use your votes to decide which poems & picture pairs to print in my book at the end of the challenge, so feel free to click! All voting is anonymous, and you can vote on any weekly poll at any time.

Epiphany

It occurred to me today

as I stared across the way

at the boxy rooftop boxes

in dusty pink and gray

that my mind makes

paintings of everything

day in, day out

all day

Loft

Always wanted
to live in a loft
alone with my thoughts
and a cup of tea
but never managed
to move out somewhere
rainy with just my
stuff and me

Cartshadows

In shadows of shopping carts

shapes seam themselves

into quilt compositions

seemingly self-aware

of their geometrical splendor

while grungy asphalt glitters

in hundred degree heat

One man protest

His sign said

“police THEIR brutality”

I went to honk in support but

my feeble push went unregistered

against the steering wheel so

I gave him a thumbs up.

Alone on the corner in the Capitol

with no supporters

the one-man protest looked right at me

but didn’t smile. Maybe I was too

yuppy-looking in my work clothes

or maybe he doesn’t have any smiles left.

On the road

roads become fields

blending soft into sky

weeds become reeds,

grassy hills yellow-dry

gray-brown-blue-green

a sprawled landscaping scene

with us just passing by

my auto & I

 

timeliest of the timelys

I’m in a word-making-up-mood this evening. Hey, guess who forgot to post her weekly poem poll on Monday…again? Here’s last week’s poll, but first- a quick announcement. I’m participating in Sacramento’s Open Studios event this weekend, Sept. 10th & 11th. There may or may not be snacks, there are multiple receptions (because I also have work up at the Sacramento Gay & Lesbian Center on Saturday) and there will be a whole bunch of pieces for under $100 and oodles of other artists nearby. It’s a wonderful way to squeeze some art-ogling into one of the last warm summer weekends. Read about it in this newsletter that also includes the rest of my exhibition schedule for 2011 if you want to see my work in person. Thanks, loyal art-lovers!