Thursday, January 1, 2015

Mimi-Mona Poetry: If Krasner's Painting Was A Poem

©If Krasner's Painting Was A Poem
(Impressionism Meets Dada via Poetry or Ekphrasis-Poetry Confronting Art)

Mimi Wolske
2015
Mimi Wolske - Mona Arizona™
All Rights Reserved
  


There have been no ends
seized
released
injected with sleep
rampant lucidity
dreams
reality
two states of future
resolve
joy
articulate words
possibility
lost
insistent sentence
Freudian preoccupation
rapid
monologue
throws reticence to wind
hesitant manner
illusion
verve
image assortment
surreal dialectic
in definition
in morals
in the directed dream
how old are you
forty five
houses
poetic listeners
everything is valid
Picasso
Braque
have the same value
sapphire laughter
coffee
beauty
I'm the artisan
I'm the weaver
paint
words
There have been no ends

(shellflower-1947 - lee krasner)

Mimi-Mona Poetry: Nude Smiles

©NUDE SMILES
Mimi Wolske
January 2015
Mimi Wolske - Mona Arizona™
All Rights Reserved


Fire in our bed,
sheets afire,
and the pillows,
bodies, too.
Touch of music
on our skin.
Fire from within
comes and howls
like a wolf.

Weird together
twice each year,
collecting that
next kiss...
like a last breath...
before sleep.
Sex-worn flesh,
the wearers
of lust, of
bonding—
almost bondage.

A gazer's
sequestration
of nude smiles;
arcing dancers
on forever
rented beds.
Action-packed
superman and
wonder woman...
significance glanced.

Cities brighten
unbridled dreams...
destiny—  desire.
Pizza box collections,
side of porn flakes.
Laughing kisses;
shortened horns;
blended summers
and fulfilling falls.
Role-antic memories.


(painting: patterned sheets by Malcolm T. Liepke)



(poetry - From (Mis)Adventures in Poetry by D.A. Powell)

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Mimi-Mona Poetry: I Long to See

©I Long to See
Mimi Wolske
All Rights Reserved
December 2014
Mimi Wolske - Mona Arizona


When I open my eyes,
I look over
at your pillow
and dream you are there
next to me
Yes, you are far away
but there's something I know...
you will always
be near me
My eyelids fall,
I go back to sleep
and dream you are there
next to me
It's so easy to sleep
dreaming of you and
imagining you are there
near to me
In the cold morning
I look around
and I can see
you're not next to me
Tears are forced from
my eyes waiting
for you to come back
back to me
And I fall asleep
praying you'll hurry
home, knowing you're coming
back to me
That it's all a dream
I'm been imagining,
you will always be
near to me
But I feel the tears
and the ache in my heart
I keep hoping you're not
far from me
A silent promise
passes over my lips
I'll be here until you come
back to me
Then morning comes again
I open eyes and fear
you might still be
far from me
I long to see
if my imagination
played tricks and you're here
next to me
I long to see
I long to see-ee
that you're still here
next to me