Foolish Monkey

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*************************** "I find that I am so excited I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain" -Red in The Shawshank Redemption by Stephen King *************************** WARNING: I like to noodle. can't resist. and once is never enough either. ***************************

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FEBRUARY 13, 2012 6:51PM

a fool dreams

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 redon

 The Golden Cell by Odilon Redon 1892

 

 

a fool dreams of

elegant arms

swollen gentle

how he is loved 

so tender held

wrinkled infant 

floats in blissful cream 

on pillow'd breasts

cushioning this world

of harsh brittle bones

 

 fragrant the warmth of her silken throat

that safe enclave

that place where a heart beats

so hotly

 

life roaring in his ears 

 he is enchanted by his want

and her need to press him close 

while even now

his shame is his yearning for the time

when she was unimportant

 

their dream may be done

looking for her in the dark

there is nothing to guide him

yet beneath the folds of his skin

he feels the certain grace of her

and a thought occurs

that darkness may not be night

that death may be life

or perhaps its the other way around

there is no way to know

and no one to tell him

 

____________

for Kim

redon 

  Beatrice by Odilon Redon

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Some fools are wiser than we think, monkey. I like your poem.
R♥
The ages of man in three sections: all kinds of love, always yearned for.
I love your poetry, Monkey. ~r
hey ladies!

howdy!

happy valentines day. big hug and smooch to you all.

I'm glad you like my poetry.

fusun, we're all fools. I find that the joy of being alive, being a fool.

lea, it's the damned truth, isn't it?

daisy may smithie, I'm going to redo it at a jaunty tilt. i really like the santa pompom.

joanie, your words always touch my heart. *
We are all beautiful at night.
I wonder where the Redon-like avatar went,
or did I imagine that ? I'd love to see it again.

Some disturbing lines here, Monkey. I love it.
Hi Kim. When I uploaded it, I worried the Redon avatar didn't reduce well...was I wrong? As for the word/imagery I don't know where it comes from. I just deliver the message. ;)

Thank you sweetie. **
I do love the Golden Cell, but am I mistaken ~ earlier today didn't you have another avatar ( I'm not complaining about this one, it's beautiful ) ~ I thought I saw a profile, your painting, all creamy-like ... did I imagine that ~ dream it, maybe ?
Not imagining...it was Redon's Beatrice. I wanted something darker and dreamy.
Attracted by the avatar and thrilled by the poem. To always be searching leads to sweet tension.
Thanks for this wonderful V day poem.


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What a beautiful poem;

there is nothing to guide him

yet beneath the folds of his skin

he feels the certain grace of her

and a thought occurs

that darkness may not be night

that death may be life

or perhaps its the other way around

there is no way to know

and no one to tell him


elegant Monkey. Enjoyed very much.
thank you all.

I am always so surprised by the wonderful comments. This morning is no exception.

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY TO ALL OF YOU.
(So I thought I'd read more!)

"on pillow'd breasts

cushioning this world

of harsh brittle bones"--yes! Perfect!

"yet beneath the folds of his skin

he feels the certain grace of her"--carrying the feeling forever.

Life, death, love. No. There isn't anything else.
You seem to capture ... the inside-ness ... of dreams ... like these ...
I feel I want to stay ... and then you add ... the Beatrice ...