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™

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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™

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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)

Mimi-Mona Poetry: I Long to See

©I Long to See

Mimi Wolske

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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