snapshot of a snapshot: all welcome

Ganesha · Sep 15, 2007

Ganesha · Sep 15, 2007

Flower Power

Flower power

Hank was worried about the flowers
lounging over the black-topped road
he would have laughed
if the tires hadn't locked up
sliding his truck Bessie sideways
into the building

ddgryphon · Sep 15, 2007

Peering out window
at yards of grass and flowers
dreaming of freedom

laurel29 · Sep 15, 2007

Reflection

Texture
lost in translation.
Muted contrast,
dim light and faded shadows.
Indistinct,
bland.
Our pallid flicker
to his fire.
Blurred afterimage,
not reflection.
Just a remnant…

Writer??? · Sep 15, 2007

Flowers in the window.
Reflected beauty
paints an illusion on the street below.

Unseen by the world
that tramples it's quiet
graceful gift

to a world gone mad.

kdnxdr · Sep 15, 2007

we watched
you're blue
speeding
past the images
of your gentle hands'
gift of goodbye

threedogpeople · Sep 16, 2007

Does the future hold
trucks
that exhaust
flowers,
instead of
toxic
exhaust?

brokenfingers · Sep 16, 2007

The slamming of the door
Was the way you said goodbye

And the whiskey bottle shattered
Against the wall was my reply

The squealing of your tires
roared your rage out to the sky

Now I’m left here with the flowers
That I gave you with a lie

A. Hamilton · Sep 16, 2007

Do not wish for my freedom
Do not beg for my laughter
Do not offer me tomorrow
I will not follow you there

I will not pine for you
or write you when you're gone
I am content with my pale reflection
I will grow under filtered sun

I do not define myself
By the measure of your attention
I will not miss you when you’re gone
I am content with my pale reflection

KTC · Sep 21, 2007

Ganesha said:

And they echoed to the street below,
drew their faces to the light,
seared their ill intent in mirrored glow,
harkened to the afterglow of night.

Rivana · Oct 9, 2007

On the streets
people, are all equals.
Feet are placed
one at a time.
Breaths are taken,
looks avoided
or exchanged.
They may wear
expensive
or tread bare cloth.
But what they've got
is no reflection
upon their souls.
On the street
everyone shows everything
in the corner of their eyes.
Don't need to trade lives
or see smiles.
It's all about the feet
pounding the pavement
every day.
Here we are equal
and everyone
goes on their way.

onestepp · Nov 3, 2007

Window box playmates

Wondering, watching, waiting

Flowering perfumes

Godfather · Nov 4, 2007

arrows and orchids,
the bottle
sticks to my hands.

Meerkat · Nov 5, 2007

Ganesha said:

Down at the corner
of Ozymandias and Vine,
each world looked on each's
no despair this time.

Fall's street without joy,
of pavement and pedal,
still drew with turned interest,
the petal to metal.

Bustle of man,
more complex than the bee's,
world changed without wait,
on creatures or breeze.

Faces stared back,
from windshields below,
reflecting, admiring
the flowers' hello.

Nyna · Nov 10, 2007

Narcissus

A reflection on the glass
of your nodding tired head,
your beauty, your fragile
sensibility.

From behind it looks
like two of you, heads touching
in a mirror-kiss. A window
opens onto endings.

It’s not a nice day out.
The cars aren’t running smooth,
the world isn’t tempting.
The two of you whisper
together, heads pressing close.

Leaning into the opening
onto the world, I could tell you
there’s nothing out there better
than what’s here. There’s no one
out there leaning in to touch you.

There’s nothing to escape to.

snapshot of a snapshot: all welcome

Ganesha

con·ver·sa·tion·al·ist

Ganesha

con·ver·sa·tion·al·ist

ddgryphon

King of Sloth Town

laurel29

has a lopsided smile.

Writer???

Because EYE said so!

kdnxdr

One of the most important people in the world

threedogpeople

This is my BEST side!

brokenfingers

Walkin' That Road

A. Hamilton

here for a minute...catch me?

KTC

Stand in the Place Where You Live

Rivana

Walks in the shades.

onestepp

Godfather

back door man

Meerkat

Claims the loan was a gift

Nyna