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November 2009 
Picasso’s Rose Period Eyes
Doug
30X40" Watercolor and Indian ink on canvas
Standing in a doorway
Right passed the over turned garbage
Can with vegetable scraps
And cactus hearts
Spewed out
Slinging an old guitar
Shouting
To no one
To anyone
Who will listen
In a tiger striped outfit
Wild hair
Like some soapbox preacher
To an unknown god of one
We pass by
As he mutters
"It's Halloween everyday for me"
So unlike Sandy
And her serial monogamy
Boy,girl,boy,girl
Paperdolls
Cactus heart
And vegetable scraps
Left behind
On Mission street
The scent of rose incense
Drifting through the open window
Where
"Jesus loves you"
is written in Spanish
And you know I love you
With all of me
And I would say it more often
But it's just too big and
It takes a while
For me to travel
To someplace where
I can actually
Touch you with this desire
Access: Public
Did you just came up with this poem now after meeting with Nicole and Nishtha? Wonderful poem again and painting. You are “The Poet and the Painter”. I will have to meet you next time.
Lol! Yes I fess up. The experience was just what I needed to understand the painting, what it wanted to be, say. Thank you!
poetic painting and painterly poem
somehow I also thought of vertebrae when I looked at the painting
big hug
Doug
There is something about this one that really resonates in a deep place in my heart and soul….its profound really. I feel my heart opening and responding…and these odd little juices coming out of every cell of my body…and reading the poem with it just accentuates that more. A very heart opening piece even though the colors are more dark…something about that speaking to me right now…perhaps its my dark mother aspect of Self opening… hugs
Ahh but in Cyberspace travel is much faster, and I am touched!
Love
Hi Hummy and Thank you!
Yes I remember feeling like an invertebrate before I just allowed this love to be what it needed to be. Now those back bends and forward bends feel so good!
Thank you Julia! Lol! I was picturing really ripe fruit reading your comment and yes it does feel like that, sticky fingers and all, stick my head under the running hose sorta way. So let’s turn on the sprinkler and make rainbows and hugs.
Hi Shanti! So nice to see you on a Friday or any day! Isn’t it funny how cyberspace is like love and it expands with awareness and it is that awareness. I am so happy I’m aware of you.
Hmmmm Love the analogy, cyberspace will never feel quite the same again. :)