The Hippie Parade: Death of a Mermaid, Singleton

Saturday, April 29, 2006

Death of a Mermaid, Singleton

(c) Singleton 2006

and now you see all of me....
floating...
face up and eyes closed....
as if in peace....

"ashes to ashes
dust to dust
light as a feather
lift me up...."

11 comments:

me and the other me said...: dear mermaid,
i pray for you and your family as i pray for my own. and you're right- sometimes i feel like screaming them. take care of yourself. keep putting those visions onto paper, both written and painted. you're amazing.
love,
lisa; Tue Jul 18, 12:14:00 AM EDT
Justgivemepeace said...: we love you too sweet lisa, we are buoyed together by a sea of heartstrings. As always, peace ,love, and the yellow butterfly of san marina...; Wed Jul 19, 09:18:00 PM EDT
Mary Bee said...: Hi: Thanks for dropping by my blog and for your generous words. This particular post is the definition of "less is more". I am assuming the art is your. I really love your style. Your use of color shows no fear.; Sat Aug 12, 01:42:00 PM EDT
eric1313 said...: There she is!

The blue lady was a dead mermaid?

Ha!

She must be sleeping. If she's dead, though, lets hook her up to the nearest lightning bolt and make her live again.

Or is that what you did already?; Tue Aug 07, 02:43:00 AM EDT
singleton said...: eric....this picture was born out of horror in the heart....and the need to float, to be at peace....and so it was.....From this first tiny 5 x5 drawing, came JUSTGIVEMEPEACE and all the pages that have followed....She hangs in my home, one of the very few that still reside with me, reminding me to breathe.....
breathe deep

peace~love my friend; Tue Aug 07, 05:56:00 PM EDT
eric1313 said...: That's beautiful.

She always makes me very glad when she floats by my blog. I love the words that accompany her presence.

In deep, deep water
the big bang, '76;
dragons were born
beasts like me,

E1313

a graceful leviathan
trading everything
for the power
to breath life
and fire
into one mermaid
washed up from
the trackless sea

and now she floats
she makes it blue--
you know...

the trackless sea; Sun Aug 12, 08:59:00 PM EDT
singleton said...: ...the trackless sea....

And I'm floating.....
painting in
watercolors
without
ever looking
just fingers
swirling
in the
trackles sea; Sun Aug 12, 10:11:00 PM EDT
eric1313 said...: This comment has been removed by the author.; Thu Aug 16, 01:15:00 AM EDT
eric1313 said...: If I coulda hung on,
coulda, maybe shoulda
just
waited a minute or ten
for the wind to catch up,
coulda said hello to
a wild blue lady
veiled in late evening
afterglow.

From above
a sultry moon goddess
crowning the tropical sea
cracks a jealous bladed smile,
in recognition of
a kindred spirit untethered
to an ancient task like hers,
and not chained by fate,
but living and dancing
and breathing the air
within it's embrace.

Sometimes,
the earth
has better stories to tell
than all the stars in heaven.

Sometimes
divinity
is a human characteristic
nothing more, nor any less.

Sometimes
I don't know what way
the winds will blow
all I know
is how to hold on,
and when to let go,
and keep living life
in a blue lady's afterglow.; Thu Aug 16, 01:26:00 AM EDT
eric1313 said...: That's your poem. Its a gift, friend.

Clink!; Thu Aug 16, 01:29:00 AM EDT
singleton said...: Eric....
Words are priceless, everything, real....
I'll take them over trinkets anyday
as
true gifts
keepers....

Thank you, my friend.
Clink!; Thu Aug 16, 07:21:00 AM EDT

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