Mary Poppins (my balloon)

Do you ever wake up with a smile already waiting
behind your mask,
it feels and looks like
No worries,
it's all good,
my pleasure,
and all are true
and on that day
for some strong sensational vibe
that moves in rolling waves
that nothing can pierce your levitated mood
or drag down your magic carpet
-that without any specific reason or cause-
every-single-thing
makes perfect
sense,
it all adds up
it all works perfectly the way
it should, the right answer,
poetic justice, (re:)solutions and serendipity
and
it's all real?

Not really?
Me neither.



Image detail: Hot air balloon from poster "Le Ballon, bulletin trimestriel de toutes les ascensions; 6me année Janvier, Février, Mars 1883. Un numéro: 75 centimes. Pour tous les états compris dans l'Union Générale des Postes. Rédaction et bureaux A. Brissonnet, Propriétaire Gérant, 127, Bd. Sébastopol, Paris. Advertising for the French aeronautical journal "Le Ballon" shows a balloon carrying two passengers flying in the clouds Chromolithograph by E. Pichot, imprimeur, Paris, 1883.

Virtuoso Reality

Image by Scheffer, Victor B. US Fish & Wildlife Service via Wikimedia Commons 

Virtuoso Reality

A poet is a painter
who uses only black
and white and
in-between
the lines
where
form is placed
and lost
delicately staining
the inaccuracy
of vision through the haze
wandering a minds maze
where
wonton thoughts
race mazes
blazing trails
on a quest for truth
seeking a map
of the mind
only to find
where
truths treasure
seeks shelter
waiting to be seen
a picture painted
an image waiting
for the objective observer
you
to exact, form
design and blur
where
muted meanings
twisted tones
hereditary hues
the artistic amalgamation
of a pigmented portrayal
is expressed and etched
a reflection
in windows and mirrors
upon your accessible canvas
where
a picture becomes a poem.

Composed 9/20/14