(Sorry, I couldn’t resist.)
Your first clue, this is. Much to learn, you still have…
(Sorry, I couldn’t resist.)
Your first clue, this is. Much to learn, you still have…
My friends and community…I need to take a break from blogging for a short while so please understand my silence until I return…
As you all know, sometimes a quiet hiatus from the familiar is necessary. It is very necessary for me right now.
Chapeau! to you all, for your thoughts, your inspiring creativity, your constant support…you are so much a respected and cherished part of my life. It is wonderful and almost magical, this electronic connection to you all in so many parts of the world. I easily remember a time when sharing minds and hearts as we do through technology was only a sci-fi dream.
I realize that our own small village of communication is only one of many interconnected villages, circles linking with circles. You all have your own circles and I know I am a very small part of this pattern. However, I am a part and happy to be, so, Chapeau! mes amis…
I also want to tip my hat and say a warm Hello to all of you who have chosen to follow my blog but with whom I have never personally connected. There was a time when I replied to everyone when they subscribed to Art Rat Cafe but I have not been able to do this for quite awhile. So please accept this as a collective and sincere THANK YOU…never doubt how much I am honoured by your follow. I wish so much that I was able to visit each of you personally, read and comment on your blogs and get to know you…
Chapeau! Chapeau! Chapeau!
Until next time,
A la prochaine,
Hasta Luego,
Art Rat ❤
Ghosts sleep
behind this window glass,
their memories confused
by labyrinths of iron
and caresses
of prospective buyers.
Their spines and cheeks
leave no impression
but I see them,
layered deep in time,
all who slept and dreamed and loved
on this Baroque and dislocated bed
embraced in the arms of Morpheus.
The antique sign says
“Dreams for Sale.”
Outside looking in
I am inside looking out.
My face reflects
on haunted pillows.
I pause,
whisper
“You are loved”
and walk on.
Photo and Poem by clinock.
Photo: Bed in store window. Main Street, Vancouver, Canada.