Rosso thirsts for the taste of raw and gamey meats.
Bianco settles with carefree sea creatures.
Is Red more passionate or vicious?
Is White more passive or benevolent?
To feast or to rest?
Rosso O Bianco
A Little Sand Crab
a little sand crab
with a soft shell
shyness makes her bury deep
curious impulse drives her
into the waves
a transient creature surfs
between the aqua and buff
Coincidence
I asked the bartender for a refreshing, citrusy and green drink. He brought me a Southside garnished with a cute mint leaf. I almost heard you say in that American midwest accent, “It is originated from the south side of /ˌɪləˈnɔɪ/ and /ʃɪˈkɑːɡəʊ/.”
Angelic Roadblock
The angel has gone sad
Her halo has gone out
The chaos rained down heavily
She got out of God’s way
He got to do His mighty work
single handedly
Consequence
The Living Poetry – visual prompt
Raging anger burst your artery
Here we are
Living with the aftermath
I Sketched a Blogger Nude
I accepted a challenge to sketch a fellow blogger (The V Pub – Friends without Borders) based on one of his recent posts. The photo I was based on is one of the four photos. There are other bloggers sketched or painted based on the other three photos. So I took the challenge to sketch the one which has not been worked on.
Visual art is not my thing due to lack of training, skill or practice. I love colouring which is like therapy for me. So I consulted my painter friend. She gave me some tips on how to sketch facial features. I also asked her for some tips on sketching the penis. My ten year old overheard my video call with my friend. He came running in right after I shut off the video call. He enthusiastically demonstrated on paper how to draw a penis. I guess he practiced that at school fair a bit. Boys!
You may view my sketch and the photo here
#songshare – Tears in Heaven
Impossible Love
I don’t know
why I always love the impossible
Possibly
I am incapable of loving the possible
Maybe
I interpret love
to be an impossible notion
An imperfect soul
chases the impossible perfection
Grandpa’s Roommate
The old man shared the same room with grandpa
in a nursing home close by.
Every time I visited grandpa,
he sat on his bed,
facing the window.
I never knew him,
never once wanted to disturb.
I knew his back view very well,
bald head,
olive skin,
a white tailored t-shirt,
tattooed arms.
That day I didn’t see him.
The bed was empty.
Grandpa said he passed in peace.
“A blind man looking out the window
who wanted me to know
this is not a depressing place.”
I gave grandpa a big hug
pretending I didn’t see his tears.
The Pond
The pond on the family vineyard
is like a Catholic priest
witnesses celebratory family events
hears confession after confession
forever gives out forgiveness
peace loving
empathetic
gentle
still
Video by Cassa Bassa at Drayton Vineyard, Hunter Valley, NSW, Australia
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