lost ribbons
neatly tucked away somewhere
probably
or loosely packed under shirts
maybe
or tightly caught in between
dirty laundry
now where could those lost ribbons be...tell me...
in the highway of life
we must be alert to these:
there are people who squeeze you
so hard like a singing doll
until your voice is gone
the dent in your arms
the bruises that never heals
colored purple
the color of blood that died
the color pink
the color of love that died
pink, purple now dead
death, lifeless and breathless
cold and black
you woke up one day
she's gone
you woke up without
the usual hi, hello
how did your day go
time did ran a marathon
the days did a flip in my plate
in your plate, unseen, uncounted
unimportant until you noticed
the days grew longer without the song
the days grew longer without
that pink flower
because the color
behind your smile is gone
the color behind your life
your laughter is gone
the important had slipped
and death is all
that you can see
in your eyes
the sun, the moon, the stars
forgot to shine...
hmn, a sad poem but we can't be happy all the time and that is a sad fact of life :)
http://www.christies.com/LotFinder/lot_details.aspfrom=searchresults&intObjectID=5159790&sid=a0cd8488-bc6c-4962-9b63-71ce453d1f64
Juan Luna's... the Roman Maidens, ready for auction at the end of the month for a million dollar or more? click to enlarge, a fascinating painting, more so if you see the detailed depiction of its subject...wow :) his hands can replace a camera for this art is like a picture taken with a film...
