Friday, July 20, 2012

Neon Blue's Unspoken Tales Of Buried Roses and Feathers Carved In Stone

18 May 2006

Buried Roses

if i had Roses to give you

i would have buried them

muted their breath

measured their penitence

stopped the flood of overflowing criticism

the rain continues

I thought it's shoulders were undaunted

horizontal landscapes catch the rhythm

hold Gifts

good and bad

none the less given with due remarks of wanting shelter

in the presence of unadorned queens

was it you who never stopped noting thorns

of now quieted Roses?

or me who allowed their travel?

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19 May 2006

Defined By So Few Words

neon blue continues on

i am neither sad nor happy

i guess i find myself relieved

waiting for tears if i need them

i never realized her poems to be so short

so inconclusive

so undefined

she always seemed so magnificently tormented

ahhh zelda

where are you whe n i need you?

pointing in the direction of the sky

i expected beyond

but the Treasure was in the trees

my eyes gathered them

standing beneath and within

i bend my branches

born with a melancholy

poets charm that pathway

books and paintings

sculptures of flight

rounded off with a drunken stupor

my fingers feel numb

i approach the station to arrive

i have been there and back

i am coated with the very same torment

said with few words

on the pages that you sent to me

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20 May 2006

'Neon's Unspoken Tales'

she said she knew you

i, of course took up her time

quoting our best/ worst moments

yet, only in my head

she never really heard our history

my memories burn still unspoken

be sure to call her everyday, she said

'every' day?

every single day?

just keep it short

that's really all that's needed

how do you fill a bottle too small?

how do you comb the Hair of an old dolly

who's locks are now sparse?

how do you find the voices

remembered

take them back

comfort them

instruct them in the Art of positive thinking?

my moods are not always my own

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20 May 2006

'Feathers Carved In Stone'

i am not sure how it settles...

the stone past the surface of the water

my words, my appraisal

in a crunch i refer to little boxes

sometimes empty

decorated with ribbons

sometimes filled with feathers carved in stone

i fall back on their sentimental comfort

of who i wish to be

strong, undaunted

graceful despite the climate

just like all the other ladies i admire

yet i sit at the bottom of this pond

i am not sure if it is mirky or clear

if my visions make sense to me at this moment

it may just be lie

i must hold the flag of my own destiny

fold up notes that overtake my heArt

but then

i think i might miss them

i feel afraid that if i stand tall

i will find i do not exist

pieces of my flight

though they be stone

brought me here thus far

i would be leaving the little girl

with paper dolls

alone and still afraid

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25 May 2006

A Promise and a Gift

he fled from the mountains

arrived at the sea

leaving

all his Gifts behind him

including me

white knights and sacred shells

reach out past sad

beyond

the sand a token

within this map

you came...so i left

you didn't no tice

pretending

i never really cared

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14 july 2006

I Stroke Her Hair

i stroke her Hair

i mend her

again

despite her wild objections

defined by lines that did not match

she held herself closely

did not entertain streaks of light

river crossings

paths that led to lime green

i walk past her sigh and find it to be my own

buckle down you stupid girl!

consequences of moons that go unlocked

bring hues that grey up possibility

i shook her

i made her bleed

who did she think i was?

her eyes looked up

she asked for mercy

the kind that only i could give her

many a tormented heArt is born out of Passion

i stroked her Hair

i gave her the box unopened

with all the Gifts inside

because i was the only one who could

and the only one there

About Me:
Name:Kathy Ostman-M agnusen
Location:Hawaii, United States
Aloha! I am a figurative Artist and Illustrator. If you check out my website you will see that I am very prolific in oils. My paintings are collected worldwide. I also do sculpture; images available upon request. I have illustrated for Hay House Inc. , Neil Davidson, who was considered for the Pulitzer Prize in feature writing, and several other publications. I also enjoy story writing and Poetry. All of the paintings,stories and poems are written by me. Check out my website http://www.kathysArt.com Walk On The Wild Side Series including the painting of Neon Blue is not on my website but can be viewed on my blog: http://kathysArtcom.blogspot.com/


Author:: Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
Keywords:: Art,Poetry,Roses,Klimt,paper dolls,Hair,Gift,heArt,Passion,Love,sea shells,heArt,Painings,Treasure
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