If nothing else it must be beautiful, a rebellion against, like Miles Davis' Birth of the Cool,
Or pearl-topped street lamps against green-brown trees, green-blue grass against satin mists of summer fog, sky so gray birds flitting through it make silent black & white movies,
Or Thursday half-moon sighing, against two feet floating free of boundaries, Duende like shards of colored glass shattered along a winding path, catching bits of moonlight,
It must be beautiful rebellion.
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Author's Note
REVISED THIS POEM ON 8/22/2011
So many amazing proverbs, sayings, poems are attributed to Anonymous. This in some weird way is for Anonymous.
"...Duende
like shards of colored glass
shattered along a winding path,
catching bits of moonlight."
Like shouting 'Aiiii coplas!' full of wine and waiting for an answer.
Great poetry, Roberto!
fave
"sky so gray a bird flitting through it
makes a silent black & white movie"
beautiful fave
Nice poem, Roberto! I like your images and word choices here.
Oh, to see Monets' garden in Giverney! You can be that.
roberto, this is awesomely beautiful and rebellious without shedding a single drop of blood. kudos to you.
Well done. I like.
I missed this somehow. I'm glad I found it. Lovely images. I like anonymous--she's a fine poet and artist.*
beautiful freedom
Gorgeous! A beautiful rebellion, indeed!