Going about it

The business of just being

finding themselves moving about this life,

two souls hobnobbing about with royalty,

going about it in their own way,

in search of the shine of a better day.

Silly things really, stowed away

almost unseen like the lizard on a car

and a license of integrity,

did she see in the rearview the passenger

catching a breeze on a hot day,

jumping to a new destination

free ride on the by-way,

perhaps a thumb out as if to say,

hey babe, heading my way?

Turning and moving away from the path

small dot still remains heading home,

and its never as great as the fish that almost got away

before taking a nose dive into the boat

trying so hard to escape

but alas, not your time yet

a bit too small to be part of the haul

so back you go to the locker

and the hook plunges in

tempting heads to entice the supper

waiting at the bottom

as the rain waits to fall

this surreal world comes to call

and I write the fodder of a passing day

rightly ended with a splash of color over head

the skies jumbo slide hangs

and I wonder where the pot at the end

waits and for whom,

if not the dreamer and the images cast

leaving a new thought behind

to an imagination fertile

with wondrous things.

Thoughts on yesterday again at the Dali museum, and how coming home, a lizard was riding on a womans back windshield, out of the wind as he didn’t go flying off, her license plate said integrty….I would think if she knew, she’d pull over and let the little chap off. The evening ending with a huge rainbow over our house which will be a photo for a post in the future….the fountain of youth outside Dali museum, I was laughing at the hubby, telling him it must be broken when I touched the spigot, water came rushing out and literally scared the bejesus out of me, I jumped like a scalded cat but had a good laugh, I guess that’s what will keep us young. Imagination and fun…my kind of life 🙂 The fish tale (a mermaid perhaps) is coming out of the Rolls Royce that sported the two snails on the front. The inside of the car has water running down like a reverse fountain, with the tale how we try to escape the rain by rushing into our car or home, yet here the rain is within. Very cool to see 🙂

 

Kings and Queens

Brick by borrowed brick

transplanted across the sea

beside the water blue to reside

two fast years created

theirs a labor of love,

King and Queen reach their dream.

Endless days of guests and stars

moonlight dancing on marble floors

terrace to view the setting sun

and long gone voices hang like ghosts

for the glory days before it all fell apart.

Tattered and torn the decay moves in,

pastel windows caked with salt and grime

restored to their throne,

the house rises once more

a sight for the willing to pay the price

at a glance into the lifestyles then

and emerging in the air when done

enraptured by the beauty found

in history.

John and Mabel Ringlings dream mansion built on the bay in Sarasota, named C’a d’Zan (venetian dialect for house of John), we did the lower level tour of the beautiful house, which for a while had been in disrepair and finally turned over to the University and Sarasota, now restored with most of the original furnishings. The windows are shades of purple, blue, yellow and pink and the view and terrace behind the mansion are to me, spectacular. My dream home….hahaha…..yep, I’m kind of funny that way, I know. I wish it were my house….although way too much to clean for just the hubby and me, but the hounds would have a field day running through it 🙂

This house was also the backdrop for the movie Great Expectations:

http://www.flamingomag.com/2017/03/01/ringling-ca-dzan/

Wasteland

Where have they gone
Sweet flight of thought
Grounded
Mind mired
Bogged down,
Watching the mouths
Open close
Open close
Nothing of importance said.
Peacocks fluff
Feathered foliage
Look at me
They seem to say
As they walk on by,
While the peasants toil
Their eyes say it all
As blood begins to boil
Harder
Faster
Work work work some more
You have no life,
So that we have ours,
New plumage needed
More wallets to fill
As somewhere
Down below
Foundering beneath the rubble
A single flower dares to seek
The sun on high,
Roots seek the moisture
A kind word
Needed to thrive,
To rise above
The fray
Of a wasteland.