THE BIOLOGY OF P T S

Printed matter

Pinky pitter patters around your

Physical property

Five toed hands prowling

Like private eyes on exercises.

My fingers in your hair

My thoughts tangled on your tongue

Tickles as it slides slick

Silky into my ear

Around the frontal lobe

And I hear myself think.

Secret ideas

Sneaking into every strand

Smoothing and curling

The question on

Several sorties into your mind.

We don’t mind,

Slipping into premeditated touch symphonies

Perfectly timed sensations

Purely truthful synergy.

From Lottie 2012

Perhaps..

Wisdom is in

The moments defined

By growth, by beauty

By stone solid realization

Of an eternal truth..

Life is in the breaths

Taken in surprise

And in joy or sorrow as a

Single blossom or crystal of snow

Remains framed in memory..

 Happiness

Is in the gift

Of a smile

An unexpected sunset

A chance meeting that births a promise..

And peace is in

Connections of mind

And of heart

Moments that last forever

Drops of love in the soul’s chalice.

From Lottie Nov 2012 copyright
Thank you to Headlikeanorange.tumblr.com for the images :)

Buffalo Logic

poet of view

Inside the voice of the poet

Is the heart of a teacher,

Longing to show another something

New or wonderful or twisted

Through the window facet

Of his words,

Longing to add to

Human understanding

Another thread,

Longing to see the inside

Of his own thought.

From Lottie Oct 2012

I can't tickle myself....... :(

"Solo tickle is even emptier than solo sex,"  :p

Why can't I?....welll.....

http://io9.com/5936290/why-cant-you-tickle-yourself

"Tickling binds us together in a laugh-filled give-and-take that may be the basis of all social play."

 :)

"Consider the social choreography of tickle. The ticklee may push away the offending hand of the tickler and escape, only to return, renew the interaction, and counterattack. For infants who cannot yet talk, being tickled, along with the as sociated laughter, is an entrée into social relationships with caregivers. Laughter signals ‘‘I like it; do it again!'' Crying and fending off the other person signals the game has gone too far."

:) :)

Prisoner of Truth

 

..This moment

If I could speak to you and touch your hands while my mouth confessed

I should be unable to withhold even one fragment of truth from you

and you would find yourself carrying the full burden of my revelation.

For in this moment                                                

My heart and mind do converge in a single focus

Whose concentrated desire has torn open my neat excuses

And left me pink in newborn honesty.

Just at this moment..

It is well that you are far from the reach of my fingers dear

And sleeping in a place my words cannot visit

That the weight of my love may not make of you a captive.

From Lottie Aug 2012

Pieces

For you..

Prayers with the diving sun,

Furtive petitions hidden under the blackbird’s wing.

For you..

Pieces of my heart stitched together,

Hastily stowed in stockinged feet.

For you..

Damp kisses as garlands,

Covered in clouds of steam.

For you..

Swarms of thoughts humming with virgin honey,

Around my crown.

For you..

Visions drifting in and out of heaven’s gates,

Weaving dreams behind my eyes.

For you..

A runaway piece of me,

Sleeping sound under the last stamp.

From Lottie Aug 2012

99 Reasons

You throw me smiles

You kiss my ouchies better

You inspire me to write

You know what makes me laugh

You are a feast for my eyes

You unfreeze me

Every day is a surprise

I sleep sound in you

You hear my softest whisper

You’re my first thought

You collect my notions

You taught me to fly

You can see me in the dark

Your hand fits mine

Your mouth is my fantasy

You paint my emotions

Your words make sense

You thrill me like thunder

We are the impossible

You covet my screams

You can play me with your smallest finger

I tingle when you are near

You smell like the sea

We fight dirty

Rain is our friend

Your name rings my bell

You count my heartbeats

The tip of my tongue holds your last thought

You let me hide

You have my key

I run to you

Your mind is my playground

You rev my engine

Your jokes are so wonderfully bad

Your voice is a hug

You care

Your rage has no echo

Your toes wiggle like mine

You let me in

You hold my ladder

Your light helps me see

You lick my bruises

My fingers talk about you

We add up

Us together equals home

You make my little hairs jitter

My sighs all whisper of you

Your garden has no fence

Its my favorite place

You polish my halo

I ate your words

You kill for me

Your arms are never far

We are juicy

I dream while I’m awake

You feed me the best bits

You decipher me

You decorate me

We can dance to anything

You find my song

You honey me

Your tongue burns

We giggle

Our shadows have a quantum vibe

You stop time

You absorb me

The birds approve of us

Your laughter is like wine

My feet tango to your tease

A million letters grew between us

You’re beautiful

Your pockets are full of my secrets

I’m your flower

We chase truth

You’re my fever

You move like Jagger

My favorite color is you

You clear my cobwebs

You purr so loud

I dance when you sing

Your clevers are cool

You have rainbow eyes

You don’t stop for anybody

I love your groove

You tantalize my resolve

Your walls are strong

You have effortless taste

I need you

You suck out my pain

Hope is our bed

You ignite my mojo

You explain me

You trace my circles

The last petal says I do

Nobody comes close

You are found treasure

You can fix my broken

You snuggle me

My heart knows the words to the music of your soul.

From Lottie Aug 2012

Picasso I'm not..

..but here is the result of an experiment with my art class on drawing to music. I felt like I was in kindergarten all over again :)

..and here's the music that goes with it. 

Our Jetty

The pale sun soaked boards smoothed soft by the feet of many memories

begin to thrum a steady beat under me and my splashing toes

louder and louder until his leap and whooping dive drenches me

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

blue crystal mirror

circled by cricket laughter

filled with white swan clouds

promising summer pleasure

beckoning with winking waves

link to hostess: http://bonnymom.multiply.com/journal/item/1098/Fiction-in-a-Flash-99

amazed again

The human brain...aint it amazin!?

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1223790/Autistic-artist-draws-18ft-picture-New-York-skyline-memory.html

..wish I had a photographic memory....wish I had a good memory....wish I had any kind of memory!! At this point I'm lucky if I remember what day it is... :P

but....

Olivia’s heels clicked mercilessly against the pavement. The rain tip-toed across her umbrella trying to get out of her way, her fingers gripping the handle in a velvet vice. Inside the doeskin gloves, they still tingled from the slap she had laid across Gerald’s surprised cheek. She could still hear his pleading tones “..but Olivia!...”

link to hostess: http://bonnymom.multiply.com/journal/item/1091

hugs

Two making a world of one
For a heartbeat
For eternity

is where you end is where
I begin is where you end is
where I begin is where you
end is where I begin is where you

Running all fifty yards to you …forgetting to breathe …holding you …still not breathing…  

I didn't know how much
until I held you to me

Hold me

Like you know

This moment

Is my life

home

Oh what a Boobie!

The air was filled with the sounds of fists thudding into flesh as Captain America gave the evil Martian Mastermind a beating he would not soon forget. Groans exploded from his bloodied lips with each blow. Summoning the last of his strength, the villain pointed..

Gasp  ”Look! Titties!”

It was a great day for Mars….

Link to hostess: http://bonnymom.multiply.com/journal/item/1078/Fiction-in-a-Flash-97?replies_read=17

Storytime

“.. then the prince and princess rode to the beautiful castle on the hill and lived happily ever after.”

“That true mummy?”

“Of course sweetheart.”

“Did Daddy have a horse too?”

“”uh huh..”

“Where’s daddy’s armor now?”

“err..”

“Do you still have your princess tiara mummy?”

“Sold it on ebay .. now go to sleep!”

Link to hostess: http://bonnymom.multiply.com/journal/item/1070/Fiction-in-a-Flash-96?replies_read=36

oops..

Polite dinner chatter

Mind over matter

Eyelashes flutter

Over the butter

He gives a wink

passing the drink

mouths take sips

eyes watch lips

she makes giggle

he makes wiggle

five fingers feel

under the meal

feet lose shoes

whose is whose?

Knees  go wide

table cloth slide

 falling forks clatter

red wine splatter

..oh…

 

link to the hostess: http://bonnymom.multiply.com/journal/item/1062/Fiction-in-a-Flash-95?replies_read=21

Passion, enchantment, color ~ artist Ton Schulten

I am in love with the joyfulness of these paintings. They are large in real life, and so bright. Colorful, and yet not loud, but peaceful..

Amazing to me to read in his biography, that he gave up a successful career in advertising to concentrate fully on his painting..'his first love', but soon after in 1991..

A turbulent year. In January, Ton Schulten exhibits abroad for the first time, in Florence. In October, Ank and Ton Schulten are involved in a serious car accident whilst on holiday in Tenerife. Their friend, Ben Griepink from Ootmarsum, is killed in the accident. This is a turning point in their lives. After a long period of recovery, Ank and Ton manage to pick up the thread of their lives, but it will never be the same again....

The fact that he kept his vision and began creating works with such vibrancy after such a setback so early in his career as an artist..I find that inspiring!

http://www.tonschulten.nl/pages.php?pID=1

Ton Schulten, a painter from Ootmarsum in the Netherlands, has been creating his distinctive and colourful landscape mosaics since the early 1990’s. 
This website shows you his work, and the zest for life and optimism it conveys.The work of Ton Schulten cannot really be described in one word. It has expressionist overtones, yet is in a class of its own. This is what Ton Schulten intended right from the start: he wanted to paint in a style that had not been seen before. He builds up his compositions using broad, vertical bands of colour. Like a child playing with building bricks, the artist Ton Schulten systematically builds his mystical mosaic landscapes which, admittedly, only exist in his mind but are always inspired by the repoussoir landscape of Twente. To him, red is the colour of warmth; green is about nature and its wonderful scents. Yellow and orange stand for joyfulness - the sun! Ton Schulten says: 'I let things happen, things that are impossible but have a fascinating effect. This makes for an ongoing new, creative process'.

Not quite but

It’s as if

Half done

The story takes a turn

To here

Wrong turn

Letting the days drift like

No return

And yet

The crest of the hill was

There

Before you could say

Too many

But that’s the way it goes

Looking back

The two of us, like, like

Final word

Tomorrow watching the sun

Should have known

You did,

It’s as if

Last chance

Oh if only

But

Half done

Adelina Mayfield

perfume

The heavy stench of the garbage-laden air parted almost visibly. Alice stood transfixed, trying to determine the source of this fresh new odour..  a fragrance beautiful in its simplicity and charm, it lightened the atmosphere and lifted her spirit. She started as someone whispered behind her. “Rose incense.. It carries the heart to its beloved.”

link to the hostess: http://bonnymom.multiply.com/journal/item/1053/Fiction-in-a-Flash-94?replies_read=6

crushed

Emotions took her by both hands and swung her wide-eyed from the moment into a storm of memories. Bitter winds tore the bouquet of their times together from her grasp, scattering blossoms across her desolate sky. Opening her eyes, she saw the rose she intended to lay upon the grave crushed in her trembling fingers.

link to the hostess: http://bonnymom.multiply.com/journal/item/1053/Fiction-in-a-Flash-94?replies_read=6

burned

She ran, pell-mell down his street, eager to see the smile in his eyes. The roses in her cheeks glowed like the small flower she had left on his doorstep that morning, telling him she would come. Puzzlement paled her bloom as she slowed and saw the small red smear of the still smoking petals..

link to the hostess: http://bonnymom.multiply.com/journal/item/1053/Fiction-in-a-Flash-94?replies_read=6

waiting..

The blistering sun was wearing through her lipgloss. Andie writhed against her bonds, but the old man had made them tight as hell. “God damn you Percy! If you don’t get your ass over here and rescue me soon, I’ll burn for sure!” she cried in anguish. The waves were already lapping at her toes..

Link to the hostess:

http://bonnymom.multiply.com/tag/fiction-in-a-flash

In the mood

Reading poetry always puts me in a mood, be it deep or dreamy or distressed. Somehow it never fails to touch me. Right now I guess I'm in a dreamy mood *smile*.

Daisy Dream

I would lie down with you so easily,

in careless dreams that need no covers.

Something in the pace of your breathing

and the lightness of your thoughts

draws me to your side without guile.

Under your soft gaze my nakedness is not stark,

I am wound in a coverlet of anticipation

that is warm like wine and mellow scented.

It is your willingness to come naked also

to the treeless hills of our daisy trysts

that steals away my fears and makes me placid.

There is no cold mist to startle my trust,

nor sharp sound to pierce my smiles.

Thus you woo my undressing with gentleness,

passing me samples of tenderness I cannot resist.

D. Nikulainen

Last Look

This is the moment in time, ten seconds earlier, which is frozen in Pete’s mind. He still sees the oak cabinet, pristine and familiar, carefully dusted and arranged ‘just so’ by his mother’s doting hand. It wasn’t his fault he had missed the catch.

The offending ball rolled to a gentle stop at his feet.

Link to host of the challenge:

http://bonnymom.multiply.com/journal/item/1028

Riiiiip!

“Damn!” Kurt muttered under his breath, “It’s gone! ..All of it!”

He hadn’t bargained on the pain. He was certain that wax had been near boiling..

Gazing at his now naked skin, he already missed the fine patch of dark fuzz.

“That’s the last time I let Nancy talk me into anything..” he grumbled.

Link to Fiction In A Flash host: http://bonnymom.multiply.com/journal/item/1010/Fiction_in_a_Flash_84

First Impression

Chastity almost dropped the too tiny mirror trying to angle it to catch her chin, her lips, her lashes. Fingers shaking, she applied a third coat of strawberry gloss. She prayed that her hair looked alright from the back; Joey had said she looked wicked..but then he was biased. The elevator juddered to a halt.

Link to Fiction in a Flash host:http://bonnymom.multiply.com/journal/item/1006

I Changed my mind about the pony Pa, I wanna One Horse Town!

A town advertised as the smallest in the United States has sold at auction for $US900,000!

Buford, Wyoming is located between Cheyenne and Laramie in southeast Wyoming. Two unidentified Vietnamese men placed the winning bid for the town on Thursday.

As owners of the town along Interstate 80, they will get a petrol station and convenience store, a schoolhouse from 1905, a cabin, a garage, four hectares of land and a three-bedroom home.

I'm pretty sure the house down the road from me went for more than that...