Holiday Singer's Salon!!!

 Oh come all ye, faithful and un. Who am I to judge. Holiday songs and unholiday songs welcome! All ages show...check out the event on facebook with link below!

https://www.facebook.com/events/314824311880328/

The Earth opens in me

Where is what was?

The ghost of a girl fades further

The unfamiliar ground

Rises to meet my body

I glean shining moments 

from my waking hours now

I press poetry 

from between my palms

I hear life singing

though sometimes far away

Amy Winehouse dream

I had this strange dream about Amy Winehouse that converted itself into this poem. Also been having fun with my collage journal, so I'm including some images of that. It's difficult to scan the whole image. And I want to be sure to credit the image of the painting of the girl with the guitar I lifted from Blogging Artful Magazine. It's by Kelly Lish; her blog is kelly-loveis myreligion.blogspot.com

Amy Winehouse came to me in a dream

She was small and thin

vulnerable akin

to a child a wild wild child

she was strange and

she didn't fit in

And there was a house or a building of brick

it was tall it was old

it was crusty and thick

it was old and

time to tear it down

and it wasn't the only one in town

I said "Tear it down now,

while the recession is on.

Tear it down before the new boom

comes along.

And I'll tear mine down

for a song."

Then two creatures were wrestling

two women someone said

though they looked like praying mantis's

with divided heads

and they wrestled each other

pinned to the ground

(Amy Winehouse never made a sound....)