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Photography: Bliss-hard

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into white cold silence from dark warmth - Jane

The Day Bowie Died (A Poem)

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The Day Bowie Died
     After The Day Lady Died

It was one of those Sunday nights
when tiredness is mental
and the calm reaches inside to
massage away the aching.

For distraction I
scrolled through the New Yorker 
and paused to read,
"The Beautiful Meaninglessness of David Bowie."

Who is Bowie?
His name had been floating about
some of my favorite spaces.

"But the main way in which 'Blackstar'
is prime Bowie
is in its willingness to embrace nonsense."
says Greenman.
I go to YouTube

and listened.

No, it is not about the Ghanaian football team.
(Black Stars!)
How come I did not know Bowie?

It was late and I

logged off of Sirvin to hang with Julian of Norwich
guessing not that

Bowie

would not know Monday.
So when he asks in
"Girl Loves Me,"

“Where the fuck did Monday go?”
did he mean the
3rd day after his 69th birthday?

-
Jane Odartey

Style: More Colors Under Gray

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Poetry: A Garden by H.P. Lovecraft

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A Garden

There’s an ancient, ancient garden that I see sometimes in dreams,
Where the very Maytime sunlight plays and glows with spectral gleams;
Where the gaudy-tinted blossoms seem to wither into grey,
And the crumbling walls and pillars waken thoughts of yesterday.
There are vines in nooks and crannies, and there’s moss about the pool,
And the tangled weedy thicket chokes the arbour dark and cool:
In the silent sunken pathways springs an herbage sparse and spare,
Where the musty scent of dead things dulls the fragrance of the air.
There is not a living creature in the lonely space around,
And the hedge-encompass’d quiet never echoes to a sound.
As I walk, and wait, and listen, I will often seek to find
When it was I knew that garden in an age long left behind;
I will oft conjure a vision of a day that is no more,
As I gaze upon the grey, grey scenes I feel I knew before.
Then a sadness settles o’er me, and a tremor seems to start:
For I know the flow’rs are shrivell’d hopes––the g…

Photography: Winter Garden

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they do not all go with summer - Jane 



Style: Printextured

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